Again he moved forward. My rational mind was yelling at me, what’s wrong with you?! Take your hand back! Tell him to fuck off! My pride tried it... best to rise up and shame me into doing what any normal girl would do, but I just kept backing up. We’d been in the kitchen and I suddenly realized he was backing me into a small, dingy laundry room lit by one naked yellow bulb. We crossed the threshold and he released me and it was like a splash of cold water, waking me up enough to be nervous. I was overflowing with excitement at the opportunity of sucking Raphael’s big dick! I quickly fumbled with my key and finally opened it and invited him inside!He had already unzipped his fly and undid his pants. He was not wearing any under wear. He even had tattoos on his penis. It said Papa Grande in large print scrunched up on his shaft! He then roughly grabbed me and pushed me down and forced his flaccid monster into my mouth! I began sucking on him. It was bigger than any dick that I had. What else was he concealing? Why was he telling her all this?“So I wanted to apologize to you too,” he said.She couldn’t figure out what he was apologizing for. Merely controlling one’s libido wasn’t anything to be sorry for. He hadn’t actually lied to her, like she had to him. He’d said he was pretending he wasn’t interested in her, which didn’t make sense, because he kept taking her places.“Wait a minute,” she said. “If you were pretending you weren’t interested ... why did you keep asking me. " Mother! Please! Don't do this to me. Do you know what you've done?" The girl looked from the Identichip card back to her mother in an expression of utter disbelief. "You've made me a real person. Oh God Mom!" The girl terrified face stared pleadingly into that of her Mothers searching for some sign that this was not really happening. Say April fools you bitch! Those eyes seemed to say to Michelle and she fell apart. One thing was certain. She felt she had just murdered her own son. "This is.