Hope you're emotionally prepared for that."Amanda took a deep breath before looking down and away and rubbed her knees together. The tension was overw...elming her. Zara mercifully stepped to the bathroom door, "OK, get ready to meet your new black boyfriend." She rapped on the door twice, "Amanda is ready for you, Kwame." The sounds of running water muted. Three anxious seconds passed. The door knob clicked as it twisted and door opened. I took a deep breath as Kwame stepped out. He was an. Black and lean with firm, hard muscles and muscular thighs, Marcus was a multisport all-state athlete, played defensive back in football, and he was lauded for it. He liked to call himself ‘Primetime’ after some old football player by the name of Dion Sanders or somebody. Pardon my French, but it was so fucking annoying to walk around the school and hear everybody call Marcus “Priiiiimetime”, exaggerating and emphasizing the word every single time. It was just my luck that I had multiple. But over the years -- almost sevenyears now -- she had steeled herself. This is who she was. This is whatshe was.For all that she had given up of her manhood, her father's love was notpart. Billy was her baby, he and Junie."My daddy hasn't always been a sissy," Billy was saying. "And I haven'talways known about her meta...meta...metamorphosis. I didn't find outabout it until I was six. My sister Junie and I came down to breakfastone day, and there was this woman there. It turned out to be Daddy. My legs were now spread wider. I was so hot and wet by now that it was a dead giveaway. He traced the words with his finger in my back that said, 'I love you.' At this point I lost all control. His fingers went up inside me and drove me to such a heat of passion that I moaned loudly his name, “Oh Joe.” He maneuvered me sideways on the table so that my legs hung over the edge and my ass still covered with the towel was positioned perfectly to be fucked. I felt his cock slide between my thighs.