I asked her what was for breakfast and she told me it was lunch, and I was having soup and bread if I thought I could tolerate it. That sounded good t... me, and I told her so.Once I was done eating, I asked her to help me take off the bandage so I could see what the wound looked like. She unwrapped me and when I looked down, I could see that it did look good. It was healing well from the inside and she suggested I leave the bandage off for now to let it get some air, and we’d put it back on in a. I felt really horny; my desire of fucking a good cock was keeping me on fire. But there was nothing I could do than wait for my loving Victor’s coming back home…When I was on my way back, I met a black man on the street.He stared at me from head to feet and I did the same. He was a handsome man, athletic and muscled, an ebony giant really.We chatted for a while in a corner street and he convinced me to go with him to his place. Things could improve a little bit, I thought…As soon as the door. Mom: Honey, please do something. I am getting late for work.I thought for a moment. Maybe, I could push it open. If I really pushed hard, it may open. The door was of some kind of plastic material. Maybe the door will break from the middle. I wasn’t sure of the idea.Mom: Honey, are you still there?Me: Yes, mom. I was just wondering if I could push it open.Mom: Ok. Just be careful, dear.Me: Ok, mom. Let me try.I went back a few steps. Pushed the door with some strength. It didn’t budge. I had to. ..and you know you're notlike all the other Daddy's I know." What do you mean I'm not like the other Dad's?" You take care of yourself and I want to take care of you. You don't have acreepy gut, you've got muscles like the football players at school. I don'twant to say any more, you'll get mad at me and I don't want that. I wantyou to love me." Grace I do love you, I love you very much." No you don't."At that point she turned on her delicate toes and ran to her bedroom and Ithink she was.