I abandon all thought of what he just said."OHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Fuck me you black bastard."Marcus started slamming into me, I climax right away."Racist bi...ch likes that." YESSSSSSSSSS! CUMMMMMMMING! Fuck me." A little pleasure and she admits it." What? OHHHHHHHH!" That you're a racist." No I'm not...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"Marcus started fucking me with a passion I never felt. He kissed me, my tongue snaked into his mouth and wrestled with his. My legs were wrapped around his waist so I could match his. He shook his head in consternation and alarm and something brushed his neck, his shoulders, his cheek. He tried to continue up the stairs but his pant legs flapped about his feet, tripping him. The waist band had settled around his hips and the jeans were now more than a foot too long.When he put out his arms to catch himself, they had shrunk also. Delicate little fingers sprang from tiny little palms at the end of much shortened arms. "What's happening to me?" He tried to ask but his voice. Removing his fingers, he excitedly pounds his tongue into my swollen pussy, lapping up my sweet juices. Sucking my clit and fingering my tight hole, he uses his other hand to stroke his enormous cock. I can’t take it anymore! I stand up and push him to the floor. I quickly climb onto his waiting erection. Grinding in slow, deliberate circles, I watch his eyes close in enjoyment. I feel myself contract around his member and stop. I don’t want to orgasm until I’ve had my fill of him Pulling. He murmured against her lips, ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yes…..I want…………. I need….you. I don’t know how………….’ Leanna whispered, the longing and need in her voice as well as her words. ‘Tell me……….’ her voice trailed off, unsure of what was expected. ‘Have you ever been with a man?’ James asked, not sure if it would matter, but he needed to know. ‘No. I’ve only been kissed twice. Once when I was seventeen a boy kissed me and tried to touch….my…..breast. I didn’t let him though. And the other time, this.