’ She curls her legs in tighter. ‘That’s what it means to be real.’ Looking up. ‘I found a quote.’ ‘A quote?’ ‘Something someo...e else once said, that was insightful. ‘Don’t cry becuase it’s over, smile because it happened.” ‘I don’t understand.’ ‘That’s because you’re not real.’ ‘He might never come again.’ ‘I don’t know if I want him to come again.’ A pause. ‘Are you happy?’ A long pause. ‘Yes. I have others. Friends. Family. Someone new.’ she smiles. ‘I’m happy.’ ‘But sad too.’. I want to please you.' I stick my tongue out. In an odd way it is a little silly looking because my head is rocking back and forth from the pounding I am getting. 'I soo want his cum and yours.' I tell him. He turns around and offers me his ass. My tongue probes inside. 'Good girl I can feel you're really tonguing me now as he fucks you soo good, keep on rimming me for your cummy reward.' With my tongue in his ass and my pussy gripping down trying to hold my black man in me. Each pull out a. I rested that night. Hopefully that mom will leave me alone for now. From the next morning, mom and dad started analyzing the pros and cons of option no. 3 and 4. It’s weird that when it comes to marriage, women are best analyzer like a professional. I didn’t interfere. I just wanted to get this over with. In two hours, my fate was decided. No.3 was good but still due to my future prospects, no.4 was chosen provided they accepted it. That day I prayed for them to deny. In the office, I got no. I remember thinking about the mediocrity of the script, "every line has innuendo, every one is dressed (or not) in a flashy way, the actors look as perfect as they appear dumb." But just the same, I kept watching intently.Things happen quickly in this type of flick and this one was a typical representation. There was one voluptuous female, young and pretty, dressed in a tiny string bikini. The top barely covered the aureoles of her generous breasts, and the bottom was no bigger. There were with.