I could not stop him; I could not walk away from him; I just stood there, staring at his towel…Then again I heard him, calling me a bitch and orderi...g me to beg for his cock…He added I could even taste Tammy’s pussy juices on his dick…I could not stand it anymore. I looked in his eyes and cries in tears, begging him to let me suck his black cock. Gary laughed at me and he unwrapped the towel from his waist.The magnificent thing was something I could not believe. It was twice my hubby’s. "The way a girl's smooth skin feels under my tongue -- it just draws me in. I can eat out Stacey for hours." I was so wet I had to stop and suck on a dripping finger. "If that woman hadn't looked like such a bitch, I bet I could have turned her gay -- or at least bi -- without even trying."The mental image of the nameless woman writhing on my tongue superimposed itself over Mom, and I started to buck. Just as quickly, she morphed into a stern-looking Stacey and I jerked my hands away, feeling. I am going to let Fran tell of her adventure at the Pigmy Forest.Fran, Mary and the PigmyForestHi I'm Fran. Just so you know, Mary and I share the same body. Mary is a virtual lady constructed by the WE to communicate to the humans. I was a retarded person with an IQ of less than 50. The plan was to let Mary repair my brain and then occupy me. It did not work because as my brain was repaired my personality also developed. Every one was in a quandary.I broke the quandary by volunteering to break. . because your husband obviously hasn't been taking care of you!" Listen I'm not that kind of woman!" she spat out."That's not what I hear from Al," he chuckled. His strong- fingered hands came down now to grasp her softly pliant buttock cheeks and pulled her loins in hard against his own."All right Philip, you want to fuck, maybe I do but how do I know you'll keep it to yourself." You'll just have to trust me my dear," he said sincerely enough to convince her that he would keep their.