I know by instinct.” She put hands on me and studied me. “Are you saying you think you are like my own sister nymphs?” She just looked at me and...smiled. “There is one obvious feature,” I added.Her examination was quite thorough reminding me of Branch’s approach in the milking parlor first time examining me which ended up being quite intrusive. But of course this time there was no hand pushed into through my anus. She didn’t know how. I thought about how I’d like to teach her. I also thought I. I appreciate the candor. It’s just that I don’t get out very often.”“Want some help picking something more suitable out to wear?” I offered.I swear I do believe I saw a twinkle in his eyes when he asked, “Would you please?”There really wasn’t a lot to work with. From the looks of it, most of his clothing budget went into work clothes and most of those were plain white short-sleeve shirts. I was just about to give up when Jeremy starting digging though his closet for something. He emerged. As I looked down I notice my nipples were hard and they stuck out and he smiled. I thought oh fuck should I get up and leave or what but its to late cause there he was looking straight up my dress and see all of my wet pussy and he said wow Lynn no panties or bra do you go out like this often. I said yes and he said I think I know why you do cause you are looking for a big black cock to pound your hot pussy am I right. I shook my head yes. He said and just to tell you my boys told me about you. One was to have his anus penetrated by a monstrous cock, preferably one belonging to a black man. The other was to penetrate the anus of another man: preferably a youth who'd never been so violated before. These refined pleasures, like many others the Archdeacon enjoyed, he'd discovered through the example of his father, Archdeacon James XXV. He still loved his father, but he'd loved him most when he squeezed his hands around his throat and throttled him while his father was still fucking the.