" Really? I take it he's okay with it, since you said good tears?" sheasked."Yeah, he's okay with it, we went for a long walk after dinner." Ipaused, ...ot wanting to tell her what else happened, but at the same timeI wanted to shout it from the rooftop as well. After a quick breath tosteady my nerves, I said softly, "Mom he kissed me... I mean really,really kissed me. He doesn't care about all the other stuff."I quickly saw the surprise in her face as she said, "He did? Did you kisshim back?" I. And when we rode on the same bus as the footballteam, I really got an education. I learned to overcome all my old racialprejudices. Black athletes really helped me appreciate the physicalnature of my being. Sitting close to them and feeling their soft lips onmy neck and their big hands between my legs, was like discovering mynervous and muscular systems for the first time. Black men helped meovercome so many stupid inhibitions I had about nudity and intimacy andpenetration. And I learned how to. Dr. Marcus felt like a king atthat moment and it made me smile. As much as I liked his cock, it wastime for the climax.I bit down on his cock lightly at first, then firmly, holding it in mymolars and I felt him jerk from the pain."..kley!" I said, still gripping. He punched my head once and I tightenedmy grip to show just how bad it could get. My caressing hands lightlygrasped his balls and massaged them, pinching his scrotum. He fiddled inhis pockets and pulled a key out."..unwock!.," I. Don't dither. Plan quickly, and execute even faster. I think the average person, if they took the time, would have done a lot of thinking and planning. Mother had taught me well (and so had the others). Ten minutes after her phone call I slipped out the window and walked down to the bus station.My first stop was going to be Portland. After that I'd see. The trouble was, in the northwest corner of the country there weren't many options. Back east there was a network of roads that I could use..