She moaned slightly in her sleep, then momentarily rousing to half wakefulness, her hand slid across to grasp his and place it on her breast. Satisfie..., she drifted off again, her breathing slowing, a look of contentment on her face.He smiled confidently. She was like a child, dependent upon him for love and sex. She had been just as easy as he had expected, succumbing first to the pheromone and then to his intellect, experience and knowledge of what he knew she could not resist. She was his. “We have to stop. People yell at each other in a real relationship. They get huffy, they pout, it doesn’t mean they don’t love their significant other, it just means they’re human. Stop worrying about how I react and say what you feel.”She started, then giggled, and after that I’d get an occasional earful over my shortcomings. I gave as good as I got, but it was never said in anger (well, not real anger) and we always talked it out later. We’d learned a lot from our counselor.I was really. .GOD! Your....cock...is...s-sooo...f-fucking BIG! I...can feel it in my stomach!" He halted, balls-deep, when he heard this. Grabbing her hips tightly, he ground against her once more, flexing his cock around within her guts, sending the engorged head of that giant thing somewhere near belly-button depth. "It's in your stomach huh?", he said. "Take it then, white girl. Feel that big, nigger dick up inside you!" (His words, not mine.) As he remained there completely impaled within her, he looked. The girls had done a lot of shopping and both thought they had the greatest dress. The boys picked them up in Josh's Dad's new Lexus, which he was allowed to use for this special occasion. They went to a popular restaurant and enjoyed a great dinner. Zack had procured a couple of bottles of wine from his parents stash. So after dinner, they joined a few of the football players at a nearby park before heading to the dance. The wine was enjoyed by all, though it seemed that Lexie, may have over.