If it's true, those black men must be abnormal." Oh, it's true all right, and they are all looking for a white woman to fuck with their black monster....Susan was still doubtful, but beginning to accept what her eyes were seeing. "Maybe black women are built bigger to take something that huge."Tammi was still smiling at the expression on Susan's face. "Honey, any woman can take one of those and beg for more. Believe me, I know. Dan is a big man. How long is his dick? How much are you used to?. Usually we’d make a night of it at his house, but once in a great while, at mine. But Ron’s place was where some of the wilder times we’d have occurred. See, I am a girly-girl. I love to be nicely dressed, and I believe dresses and skirts are what I should be wearing, and jeans were for Tomboys. I wore heels probably 90% of the time, and I had exactly three pairs of flat shoes, one of them being sneakers. Ron was a man’s man, of sorts. I think that is why I was so attracted to him. Where I was. And ... Damn, why is this so hard? Natalie, I think about you all the time and hearing your voice is the highlight of my day ... and I fantasize about you coming to Chicago and me meeting you at O’Hare and you smiling that special smile of yours and then walking up to me and throwing your arms around me and kissing me...”More tears threatened and her throat was so constricted she couldn’t speak.“Natalie?”“Yes?”“I’m sorry. Can we still be friends?”She composed herself enough to reply, “Brendon,. Mel stripped her borrowed clothes off, folded them neatly and placed them on her dresser top. She stepped into her bathroom and looked at the counter that was now filled with more personal care items than she could even believe. Mel entered the shower and under the stream of water, her sobs of joy began. They continued for a long time but at last she was able to stop them. Mel dried off, blow-dried her hair and tumbled into bed for much needed sleep. A huge smile colored her face in her sleep.