Especially, and with all you beside me at the time.If I wait to get married to a man who only wants avirgin, I won’t be happy in that marriage. ...f a mancannot accept me for who I am and what I’ve done, thenwhat business do I have being his wife?” We all had to agree to the soundness of her logic. “In that case,” said Kyong, “Let’s get started.” Andshe opened up my bedroom door to reveal a room full offlowers and lighted candles. A sheepish grin on. Bad neighborhood, remember?I was just letting the jack down when I heard a small, wavering voice.“Them collard greens?”I looked up to see a tiny black woman, guessing her to be sixty or better, looking at the basket.“Yes ma’am, that and some kale thrown in. Do you like collards?”“I love them,” she sighed, “but I ain’t had no fresh ones in years. Almost forgot what they look like.”Looking back, you realize that often your life pivots on the smallest of things. A chance meeting and a random act. .. and ten on your balls. Spread his legs, guys. I want a good shot at those cute little balls.”The butt strapping Isaac got was painful enough, but the slaps to his bald, dangling balls was pure torture and, if it hadn’t been for his piss-soaked underpants gag, he’s have screamed bloody murder. When his ass was red and his balls were aching, Frankie added to his torment when she picked up a large pine cone from the forest floor and showed it to him.“You are a hairless, shameless sissy,” she. ”We were both sitting on the couch. Her chest, I estimated a C cup, was pressed to mine. Our lips were locked. She scooted her ass forward on the couch, I knew she was setting up for a scissor. I moved my legs so it would work. Our pussies rubbed together, her warm juices on my tunnel, on my clit, felt so good. We pressed together.We must have scissor for at least a half hour- minimum. I couldn’t get enough of her warmth. It was amazing. That’s when she stopped. I thought I was going to go.