Looking between my legs, I could see the hand that was rubbing my junk was very black. I moaned as my knees became wobbly.I felt his hand opening up m... ass cheeks and a warm puff of air on my bud. Then warm and wet assailed my pucker and I realized he was rimming me. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of this black man's tongue snaking up into my ass. When he stopped after a new minutes I groaned and pushed my ass back at him."You like that stud? Yo gonna like this even. *Stacey rather sheepishly welcomed the large man into her house. She couldn'texplain why she'd been so compliant; maybe it was something about his maturepowerful frame that unnerved her. He'd been polite asking if her husband wasin; saying he was expected. She had looked quizzical at him. Her husband didn'tknow any black guys; in fact both of them didn't really like his type. But thatwould be how Stacey would word it, other might say they were just down rightracist. The Boss eased past her, his. This is so unfair. I had to leave the cheer squad and all of my friends to come here? Are there even any teenagers my age? All I see are, well, old people." "Brit, you never had a problem fitting in. You are intelligent, beautiful and charismatic. You have a way of always getting what you want, it runs in the family. You have nothing to worry about...Careful, boys!!" She paused and jumped back into harassing the movers. She was right. I always had a way of getting what I wanted. All I ever had. Tammy suddenly felt horribly wrong to me. Her mind, her body’s movements and her emotions were all empty shells, while her soul felt trapped inside another shell. It felt cold, heartless, and utterly wrong. Her emotions were empty of life, her movements were forced and unnatural, and the skin which had moments before been hot with passion now felt as dead and rancid as a corpse.I shrieked with horror and was out from underneath her in a flash. I fell off the side into the study’s ground ‘ring’.