I kept telling myself that this is a fantasy and would keep it that way.A few weeks later the Yankees came to town and I bought tickets to all three g...mes. Box seats no less and I told Lilly I was going to make a Yankees fan of her. Laughing she vowed that never would happen but shoot my best shot. I picked her up a couple of hours before the game and we talked on the way to the game. I found myself asking here questions about her boy friends. She said she didn't like boys because she was too. I didn't want those I loved hurteven though I'd decided to not be part of their lives."I want to know what is going on here!! What is going on here??!! Giveme MJ! I mean it!! There is nothing I won't do to protect her," he wasshouting angrily at me. Accusing me!He was an utter ass. "Yeah? Great job so far," I snarked. Again notthe best thing to say but this meeting of selves was gettingschizophrenic."Hrra!"He launched at me, going for my throat, snarling like avillain. "Where is she?!!!!" He. He found Sylvia's emaciated body in front of the television, shrugged his shoulders, and walked out of the apartment again, television under his arm.The neighbor, a down and out woman who was, frankly, no better than Sylvia, though less addled by drugs, called the police in a moment of lucidity after finding the door open and Sylvia dead.The officers, in turn, found Christina.Christina was almost comatose. Dehydrated, her body wracked with pain and cramps from the position she had been forced. Immediately he began to thrust back and forth sending his massive black teenage cock up into her sensitive responding white pussy. Mom moaned loudly as her white arms circled his broad black teenage shoulder. Her long sexy white legs wrapped around his thrusting muscular black teenage ass pulling him hard to her as he thrust forward. Again Mom began hotly, passionately kissing the young nigger teenager while moaning and groaning in utter lustful abandon as she undulated wildly beneath his.