"Your prick is so pretty, Eric. I do believe it's bigger than Marty's." I blushed with pride at the compliment and started worrying about pleasing her... My prick was as stiff as a board but I'd heard all the stories about a guy's prick going limp just as he going to fuck a girl or he'd cum too quickly. I was hoping Alice might take those things into account if anything went wrong. I certainly wanted to be better in bed than Marty and be invited to her house for more fucking."Hmm," Alice said as. Where are we to live? How much do you think that we should spend on our honeymoon together, not to mention our wedding. How about it, babe? A triple, polygamous wedding, even though not legally binding, would be the stuff of legend in this county. Two brides coming to claim their bridegroom, a double bachelorette night, a bachelor party for you, maybe a hall pass for each of us that night, of course, given how wild it will be. You get the idea. The future. What we want to do with our lives. .. had better come IN!" she stammered.I thought that she was probably normally VERY self composed, present circumstances excepted, of course.She was hanging onto the "newel post" of the bannister, either to steady herself or to bar me from going up the stairs, or both.I stood and took her in, and she me. I was encased in lycra from the gym, black and shiny. She was in this pale grey silk robe, her curves were evident.A fantastically full pair of breasts with prominent nipples (not erect) were. Jason was no longer just some big black guy with a huge cock, only there for our sexual gratification.Standing there discussing domestic and work stuff, he was a real, living, breathing person. With the same kind of day-to-day concerns and issues as Neil and I had. Maybe that’s why it felt strangely more intimate. Our fantasy world had just jumped the ‘species barrier’, over into our real lives. Hell, I’d be giving my sweet little seven-year-olds cardboard characters made by a man who’d fucked.