Take off my belt, nice and slow. Pull it off. Good bitch. Smell that leather.. I've got lots of thick, black cock fur. All around my cock my pubes ar... thick and curly. You like that? See...I'm pulling down my underwear, just a little...yeah...look at all that fur. Look at that cock fur. You ever seen cock fur as thick as mine? I guess not. You know what else bitch? I've got hair on my balls, too. You wanna know why my balls have fuzz on them, huh faggot? Coz I'm a real man...a real man with. Large full, firm, perky breasts, full hips and a woman's butt. Not the tiny athletes butt that so many young woman have today. She had reddish brown hair and very light skin and was very soft looking. A strange combination since I met her on a nude beach where most woman are dark or starting to tan. And, as soft as she looked I soon learned she rode a motorcycle!But I didn't know any of that at first. I had gone to the nude beach one day after Susan and I broke up. Or should I say Susan left me. Her hips twitched forward instinctively, rubbing her throbbing clit against the rough tread of the workboot. ‘Oh god,’ she whispered. ‘Oh god is right,’ he said. She opened her eyes. He was still smirking, looking calm and confident. The angle of the table kept anyone from seeing his boot on the bench, or Chloe’s spread legs. Her pussy ached. She stared at him, a helpless plea in her eyes. With a flick of his lighter to ignite a new cigarette, he denied that plea. He simply stared back at her. (joking) I always used to flirt openly with her but she couldn’t understand it. When no one was there I used to comment on her breasts and ass but she took it light. But I wanted to take it to next level. One day when nobody was there in the house I caught my sister’s hand and asked her whether she had any boyfriend. She shouted no. She replied that she couldn’t believe any boy’s asked her whether she believed me or no to which she answered positively. Then I am your boyfriend. Yes this I told.