What is it?,’ he growled. ‘Your real creator was a German philosopher named Frederick Wilhelm Nietzsche. He created you to destroy Christian Moral...ty. You’ve been incredibly influential in turning the best and the brightest of mankind against morality. Hitler was even a big fan of yours,’ I said. Superb-Man dropped me and started sobbing. ‘Oh, my god, it’s true. I remember it all now,’ he said through his tears. I reached in my pockets and dusted my hands with Kryptonite. And then I proceeded. We just wanted time alone for a few minutes before we started our day. A few minutes before 7, we came out to start the festivities.To get things started, I sent Lorrie and Marcy to do the honors with the manager of the restaurant. Lorrie and Marcy using the giant scissors cut the ribbon while the rest of us stood to the side and cheered them on.The breakfast menu had all the sure favorites. There were eggs, bacon, sausage, sausage gravy, chipped beef and biscuits, hot cakes, waffles, fruits. When she laughed, the dreadlocks around the back were bouncing with her laughter.“Charlene,” she said with a smile, “it is because most men only get things half right.” She stroked my face and said, “It is true that I am a Queen, but I’m not made of ice.” She smiled at me again and said, “Come with me and my girls for Spring Break and I will show you how the ice melts.” After another soft smile, she said, “It will change your life forever.”I should have yelled out, “No way!” and run for my. I’m leaning over the edge of the bed with my hands planted in front of me to keep me standing and all I can think about is how good her cock feels inside me. Before I can buck back against her she wraps one strong arm around my hips and pins me to her. She leans over me, planting her free hand firmly beside mine, effectively pinning me so all I can do is stand there and take what she gives me. I can’t think anymore. I’m panting and moaning and all of my awareness is on her. Her cock inside me..