When we had finished she poured me another cup of coffee and said “Uncle” and paused. I said “Yes what is it?“Uncle” she began again, “can...I ask you a very personal question?”“Well I suppose so, it depends how personal it is.”“Well” she began and hesitated, “will you promise not to be angry with me?” “Of course I won’t be angry, I promise.”After a few moments of hesitation she blurted out. “How big is your thing when it gets hard?”I was speechless for a moment, and then I thought I may have. Damon grabs my arm and starts kissing me. I couldn't resist even if I wanted too. His kiss is so aggressive and wet. I have never kissed a black man before and up until a few weeks ago I never thought I would. and now here I am standing in a hotel room with a black man I have never met dressed like a complete slut, and I am loving every second of it. Damon sits me on a small couch and offers me a drink. I accept the offer and he pours me a glass of wine. I noticed when I sat down that the tops. De repente noto como sus manos se acercan por detrás a mi cinturón, lo desabrocha, noto sus manos sujetar mis pantalones, los agarra con rabia, comienza a bajarlos, agito mi cuerpo para ayudarla, mi polla asoma dura y se agita, tras bajarme un poco más los pantalones ella vuelve a empujarme contra el coche, mi polla dura inclinada hacia abajo se aplasta contra el coche. La morena comienza a acariciar mi culo que ahora asoma para ella, me excito más, con otra mano comienza a desabrocharme mi. "Kwame turned to Preach and nodded his head slightly. "Reverend, pleased to make your acquaintance." And yours," Preach smiled, rising to extend his hand."What church?" Kwame asked."Glen Hill Road First Baptist in Chattanooga," Peach told him. "I'm officially an associate pastor there, but I'm currently on a mission out of there." Southern Baptist?" No, it's independent," Preach explained. "The church split off from the Southern Baptists back in the sixties sometime. I'm afraid I don't know the.