Dan hurried to Brad, placing his hand on his forehead and pretending to take his pulse, “You actually want to drive the family car instead of the Mu...tang? I don’t know who’s hurt more, me or the Mustang,” he joked.“Come on Dad, quit joking.”“And what has the Maxima got that the Mustang doesn’t?” he grilled his son in jest.“A bigger back seat for fucking,” Karen answered, walking into the kitchen.“Wow, look at you Mom! You’re extra hot and sexy today for your dinner date with the Chambers!”. " Kyle grabbed my hands and pulled me to his side. As we laid on our sides facing each other, he gently brushed a few strands of hair behind my ear. "I'm truly the luckiest man in the world, all because I have you." "You know what would make me the luckiest girl in the world?" "No idea. What?" "Having your cock inside my pussy, fucking me all night." "Mhmm. I love the way you think!" Without warning he pinned me on my back, holding my hands down. He teased me, rubbing himself down my slit. I. . I dont really do&hellip,. That. I just looked at him puzzled. Masturbate. I dont masturbate. I dont think its wrong or anything stupid like that, I just dont like doing it and I felt stupid when I try. OK?! OK,&hellip, thats fine, you are right, theres nothing wrong with doing it, its perfectly normal at your age, healthy even, but of you dont like it thats fine too. No one says you have to do it&hellip, But what does that have to do with why you wont get out of bed? -Well, thats kind of. You name it. Over time he had observed them ALL on that backseat, and they ALL were after just one thing: BLACK COCK. In ample size please, thank you. Wilson could now add one entry to his list: "Famous, or a nobody."In the absence of other thoughts, the amateur anthropologist within him often pondered about what it was with girls. Did they get up in the morning with the image of big black penises in their minds, or was it only while eating a banana? Whatever, it meant that being Afro-American.