"Darla smiled at her reflection as she repeated her plans once again."First, get away from here. Then start on hormones and living full timeas a girl....Get a job while I'm in college and start saving for my boobjob. Then cosmetic surgery on my face. Finally, before I'm 25, get mySRS. That's the plan."Darla sighed over all the wasted years she had already spent, trying tobe someone she wasn't, someone she never wanted to be. Trying to be theboy her parents wanted her to be; playing sports she had. "Can you be my partner? I can teach you how to dance." I opened my mouth but nothing came out. He grabbed up a white blouse and a long black gypsy style skirt from the stage and put them in my hands. "Get changed and we'll practice," he said but it was more like an order. I hurried off to change. I came back out ten minutes later and Enrique's eyes widened in admiration, He walked to me from standing across the hall. "You look amazing, Clarie," he said, slowly, staring deeply into my green. “Jump on that dick, gurl! Get it!”“Yeah, nigga! This dick is so good!”“This pussy is good! Clamp those walls on it, baby!”“Yes, sir!”In the master suite, Lola faced Karel. They were on their sides. Her legs were wrapped around his torso. She had sucked his dick expertly and now she was ready to take the enormously thick 6¼-inch rod. She winced slightly as it entered her. Stretching her tight half Black, half Thai hole.“I’ll be gentle,” the older man assured her.“It’s okay, handsome! It feels. It was just before Christmas 1987 when I was 20 and dating David, but he went by Dave. He was nice enough and all, the family liked him. I was in love with him for sure. Our relationship was going well I thought but not everything was perfect. He would get into moods from time to time that made me question his commitment to me. As Christmas neared that year I was wondering why, during the month of December, he just didn't seem to call very often.I got a call from Dave on the 23rd that year..