The black girls started taking off their clothes. Amy was shocked. “What are you doing?” she asked.“Stripping,” said Janine. “What does it l...ok like?” Amy just stood watching them. “Doesn’t Thomas like to see you naked?” asked Greta.“I -ddon’t know. I’ve n-never b-been naked with him b-before.”“You can take our word for it,” Janine said, “Thomas likes his sluts naked. If you wanna please him, you better strip, and quick.”Amy shrugged and started quickly pulling off her clothes. She was. His cock by this time had grown to an enormous size, and was now pointing at the ceiling. The head of it was starting to poke through his foreskin, and pre cum was oozing it's way out of his tiny cock slit. “Wow” He muttered, his eyes dilated to the maximum as he gazed longingly at my glistening pussy. I was gagging for it, but rather concerned that I would struggle to accommodate his monster truncheon inside me.As if reading my thoughts he said “If you are worried about it hurting you on. I'll go down as far as possible, preferably all the way, so that my nostrils are nestled in his pubic hairs. With my hands I stroke and play with his balls or rub his thighs. If he thinks he is capable of cumming several times, then I'll blow him until he grips the back of my head and pushes his dick deep into my mouth. I'll let him blow his rich creamy load inside my throat. Then I'll look him in the eyes and make sure he understands how much I love and adore him by swallowing his cum. I'll. It looked ghostly like that. I shivered. I pulled a sheet off of the piece that was in the old place my father’s chair used to be. And it was still there. As I looked at it I saw him sitting in it, me on his lap reading me tales of Wolves and Indians, their wars and friendships. As I looked up I saw my mom walking out of the kitchen drying a plate with her dish towel, telling him not to give me nightmares. I felt the hot tears streaming down my face before they started dropping to the dusty.