"Oh please," I begged.She reached out and grasped it, bending over a little bit. My eyes settled on her breasts, which didn't move an inch, or hang do...n more or anything like that. They had to be rock hard. They weren't as big as Large Marge's, but they were bigger than I had thought they'd be. Her hair, on the other hand, flowed all over the place. It was heavy black hair, straight as an arrow and it shone in the light from my reading lamp with that bluish glint that only truly black hair. He handed my remote and gave me instructions how to play but as a first timer I was unable to play correctly. He stood up and came behind me and sat on his knees and grabbed the remote from both sides of me and taught me but still I wasn’t up to mark so he asked me to hold the remote and he kept his hand over my hands and started to play. This time we were playing correctly.I realized that he is almost hugging me from behind and I am semi naked but at the same time I am enjoying the touch of a. I bent over to kiss his lips. His big fat cock never left my cunt and my eyes stayed on his.I kissed him like a horny slut. Our tongues were in each others mouth. His hands grasped my hijab as he pulled me deeper in to his mouth. We kissed for an eternity. As I finally pulled away to get some air he ripped my hijab from head.My long hair came flowing out. It was down to my big tits. I went to move my hair but he quickly smacked my tits showing his disapproval."Leave your hair. I want to see. As days became weeks, he found himself thinking more and more of Samantha, remembering how she'd looked, sprawled on the sidewalk, in the pouring rain, her mini-skirt scrunched up to reveal her penis and testicles. He no longer found the idea of her having male genitals repugnant or offensive. Rather, the incongruity of a woman with a cock and balls was exciting. It was arousing. It gave him the stiffest, longest, thickest erection he'd ever had.Was he a queer? Even this question, which had.