This time Francine managed to knock the rapier out of Patti's grasp. Her opponent was disarmed! What a Heaven sent opportunity for the bleeding Franci...e!"Finish her, Francine! Kill her. Kill her!" screamed the delighted Frederica. But Francine stepped back and allowed Patti to retrieve her weapon. Whatever else, she was a true sportswoman. Francine might be proud and arrogant to a fault, but she was very definitely not one to take advantage of a helpless foe. She had to admit, though that that. She said she wanted to find the person and since she worked mostly from home, she would have more time to find the right one.A few days later, I arrived home from work where my wife met me at the door. Excitingly, she started telling me about a guy she met online and that she believed was going to be her first black man. First? I asked. She just giggled and rushed me to her computer to show me his picture. He was a good looking guy with a shaved head that appeared to be in his early 30’s. I. We make small talk, and you tell me about your summer, and about how the small retail store runs when I ask for further details. I don't care about your words, just your presence, and I want to make mine just as known. I catch a glimpse of your hands, knowing that if they're any indicator of what you have down below, I'm going to be very satisfied. But don't worry, sweetheart, it's not just about me. I have half a mind to show you what you're missing, leave you with something that you will. It'll go in easier that way." She did."OK, that's very good. Now rise up just a little and place me at your entrance. Take a deep breath and let the head open you by lowering yourself just a little." The first time, I slipped by her pussy, but the second time, the head went between her lips."OK, now hold there for a few seconds. How does it feel?" I asked her."It feels big, Dave," Belle answered."OK, now ease forward just a little." She did and then winced. "That is your hymen. You didn't.