She took hold of the huge, black sausage and pulled thelarge, mushroom-shaped head to her lips. She opened her mouth andkissed the big dick. Carla beg...n to get into the routine. She spreadher jaws wider and took a few more inches of the massive boner intoher mouth. As she sucked the monstrous cock of the big black man,several other men stepped closer and pulled their meat out of theirpants. They converged on Carla and began jacking off."Oh no," I moaned as Carrie deep throated me. "I hope she's. ) But… this didn’t stop me from thinking that I knew all about girls. I’d seen them around, I’d even sat behind one in school once. They looked like us, 10 fingers… two arms… two legs, I thought they were like us. Well… as it turns out, girls are nothing like us! Who knew? Secondly, growing up in a totally male dominated household, I was exactly the same as every other White-Anglo-Saxon-Protestant-Male at the time. Every guy instinctively knows that if presented with the opportunity to ‘burn’. If they do have careers they arebasically limited to being nurses and teachers. Not that those careersare bad, but, females need more career options, (Remember this is1948). It's called a nasty thing 'sexism'. Now, your faerie godmotherwants her little charge to succeed in the real world. Honey, you mightneed a little extra help in that department. So take my hand and followme."Hand in hand they winged their way to a special little boutique. Soonthey approached a little boutique called. “I’m fine, mom. Just feeling a little tired, nothing else.”She opened the door and came in. I tried to cover myself properly as I didn’t want her to know about last night.“Are you sure you’re okay, honey?” She asked as she sat beside me on the bed. I nodded.“I’ve really missed spending time with you here,” she said as she leaned in towards me. Her deep v-neck t-shirt exposed ample of her cleavage as she did. She came closer and kissed me on the cheek.Then held my face in her hand and looked.