The question rang a few times in her head though. How many different black men DID she have sex with during the night? As she lay there getting her mo...th and pussy stretched again she tried unsuccessfully to think of a correct tally. Most of the guys had gone more than once and there just wasn’t a true count she could come up with. She remembered D-Con saying that he had seen trains that went as high as fifty men. Could she have already been with fifty different black men? Maybe it’s even. She turned over, making him extract his hand quickly, she seemed to be in a more relaxed deep sleep, but what was best for him, was that her legs were now apart. Again snapping pictures of his sister, then again of him rubbing his panty-covered cock against her panty covered pussy.Now he could get between her legs, and tore the panties further. There was a loud ripping noise, which didn’t even make her move. He sat back and admired the bare pussy in front of him; it was pink, glistening and. . 'equipment' will have a mind of it's own."They left Julie to get dressed and went back downstairs. Anne saw that Paul was wearing a tight leather skirt. Despite his male legs, the outfit looked good on him. How on earth had Jim convinced him to wear it? After all the turmoil she saw that Jim was getting used to his situation, his movements were noticeably feminine. She wondered whether it was due to the shape of his female body or was he really becoming more female? Paul looked really shocked. Or that fast.”“Complete, Agent Stone. Before I go to Big Muddy. Or I call it off. That’s not negotiable.”“I’ll call you.”“You do that,” I replied, and disconnected the call.I went back inside and deflected a couple of questions about my absence, but nobody made a big deal about it. I was seriously considering simply refusing to go to Big Muddy, and if I didn’t like the documents the FBI, US Attorney, and the State’s Attorney drew up, I would refuse. It was something I should have insisted on.