“Get back on the lounge.”She had posed me again, and was standing there, just staring at me, when her mother came back into the room. She had a bu...ch of what looked like rags, that had been laundered and folded. She set them on a table and turned to look at me.“Oh my,” sighed Beth. “I had no idea.”“What?” asked Heather.“Your uncle is what we women call well hung.”“I cannot believe you said that,” I gasped.“Well you are!” said Beth.“He told me he was about normal,” said Heather.“He was being. I was almost ready to ask if there was a problem when Cristal’s curiosity got the better of her. ‘I have to ask: I have seen many unusual presents in my time, but for a man to give his lover naked pictures of her female friends and neighbours, to be hung in their house, that beats a lot of them. Are you sure she wouldn’t have preferred perfume?’ I laughed, Cristal was merely being humorous as well as inquisitive. Well, she had a point, and I suppose I had just blithely assumed that she would. As we passed these two teenage couples, Thug said: “Honey, tell these white cunts how much you love a nigger cock in you.”I looked at them, wanting to run and trying to hold back my tears, finally saying. “Love, your nigger cock is so much better than white cock. Why would any white woman ever let a little white cock in her?”As we walked by, I heard one of the boys say: “what a fine ass” and the girls say “whore” and “slut”, and I guess they were right, except I not only didn’t get paid, I lost. Then I lifted my leg and slid my foot in between his thighs. I watched his eyes as he realized what I was doing. Before he could react, my foot was planted against his zipper. He sucked in his breath as I wiggled it around a little. His voice sounded hoarse as we continued to talk. I alternated pressing my heel and instep against him and I felt the bulge getting more solid. As I moved my toes I could feel the outline of the head pushing up toward his waistband. I pushed more firmly against it.