“Doesn’t sound like it.”I took a big swig of wine and opened up to my sister. “It’s horrible. The sex. So boring, so bland, I never cum. ...He rolls on top, huffs and puffs, and is done. He rolls off. I roll over and felt like crap.”Bea was nodded, smiling wickedly the whole time. I knew what she would said, I knew what she would suggest.“Black cock,” she said. “You need to go black.”“Ugh. I can’t cheat,” I said.“You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like, how insane, how good. . nice" But what about when you're... you know..." What?" When your cock gets... *giggles* you know... hard!" No, it still just feels nice, it stretches and kind of... tents... around me"More giggling from the girls, and now they move closer to him for a better look, their eyes on the bulge in the crotch of his pantyhose. They start gently stroking the nylon covering his thighs and bum, and his bare torso, and he groans in pleasure. He starts to become aroused, causing the material to stretch. ‘Her eyes… They are the same as the girl’s in the dream. But I’m not sure it’s her.’ ‘Hmmm.’ ‘Maranda told me that whenever I felt the need to… to cut,’ I said, my voice hesitating. ‘She told me to call her. She’d help me. Last night I remembered what she told me and just remembering that, I was able to breathe through it, without hurting myself.’ ‘Good,’ Dalton said. ‘I’ve heard about cutting, but I’ve never known anyone to do it.’ ‘First time for everything,’ I said, with a chuckle. ‘I just. Dexter and Amber left the apartment. She had a little Kia Forte that was filled with junk. It took her a minute to clear some space for Dexter to sit. Based on how much stuff was in her car he wondered if she lived out of it.The trip to the bank didn’t take long. She drove and he rode shotgun. The service at the bank was excellent, and actually impressed Amber, who was unaware that it was the normal level of service at the bank. She had assumed he rated some sort of VIP service. She left with.