.”The mother interrupted “I know, you’re getting married to Bill, he thinks you’re a virgin and you’re not”.“Bbbut how do you know that....�� Stammered the daughter.“I just know,” said the mother, “how many men have you slept with?“Oh!god, I lost count”, said the daughter.“Here stick the whole box of elastic bands up and when they go ‘twang’ and he asks what that was, you just say it’s your virginity going”.So on the wedding night she goes into the bathroom and stuffs the lot up then climbs into. "Well," I sighed, pushing back my own plate of dolmades only half eaten,"I suppose I'd better head back to the office. Wilcox wants to meet withme at one."It was a meeting I wasn't looking forward to.The afternoon meeting with Dalton Wilcox was as long and unpleasant as Ithought it would be. He looked sloppy, seven in expensive clothing, andit was obvious that he didn't take care of himself. He was in his midforties, but he looked as if he was old enough to draw Social Security.His suit smelled. I could feel his spasming black spear as my cervix was scooping into the pool of superior black genes, my body eager to suck in all it could.I grew warm, and had this wonderful feeling of contentment, though I whimpered as I felt my void vacated, and empty, save for the deposit of semen, hearing him zip up, and then start to walk away.“Thanks for the fuck, bitch!” He called out over his shoulder, his boots sounding fainter with every step.I stayed that way, gasping for air as I recovered,. Looking deep into his eyes, she reached out with her other hand and unzipped his pants. Unbuttoning his pants, she reached in and grabbed his pulsating tool. The feel of her hand on his cock brought forth another hiss from his mouth. The hiss quickly turned into a moan as she swiped a finger over the tip, collecting the pre-cum that had collected there. She raised the finger to her mouth and opening wide, stuck her finger in, tasting his seed. She pushed her finger in and out of her mouth for a.