On myown.I was at a small restaurant in Baltimore, sitting at the bar, when I heard2 drunks start to make rude comments about me. "Ain't no amount of ...ourbongonna make that bitch look good, that's a 3 stool butt, oink, oink,......"After about 5 minutes of this chat the bartender went over to them andsaid, "Look boys, cut the comments or get out. I'm not going to have youharass my customers."One of the drinks laughed, "Look Bob, you don't think that old moo cowruins the decor a bit. We's just. . day one ... Valentine's Day."Mary thought for a moment then asked with a curious voice, "Are you trying to talk me out of this?" No Cleo ... I'm trying to talk you into it ... seriously ... we've been friends for a long time, you need to pull yourself out of that fantasy world you live in and experience the reality of a man fucking the shit out of you until you've lost your fucking mind, it really is a beautiful thing, while its happening ... and I miss it so much," said Mica as her eyes. ” He ordered as he guided his cock into my waiting mouth. His hands gripped my head and he pushed his now rock hard cock past my tongue and down my throat. My throat muscles worked his growing cock while I choked and gagged on him; my own spit started to run down my face and I closed my eyes. My black lover fucked my face in long deep thrusts pulling out enough for me to gasp a breath before pushing back into me. Slow and steady, he paused every so often to watch me squirm with his cock lodge. I finally got nerve at nineteen. I was only 5’6′ and 100lbs, not exactly a man’s man and more a feminine man. Since I always was on the scrawny side, I always looked more petite. For some reason my hips have always been wide, my waist really small, 24 inches, and my bottom nice, round and firm. I had kept my dark black hair usually in a pony tail trying my best to look cool. All it did was make me look prettier with my hair down. Well tonight, it would just make me look sexier. .