Nikki lost count of squealing, breathless orgasms and I managed three in an hour and a half and could barely follow her back into the bathroom where w... did a refresher shower before retiring."I'm sure glad it's Friday night," I said. "I'd hate to go to work in the morning still smiling from all this!"She giggled. "Didja ever think of how it is for me, goin' to school and everybody just KNOWS I've been havin' sex the night before?" Yeah, ' I said. "I get some of that. Everybody says I'm much. And guess what we miss for making this day even more perfect?’ ‘Ice-cream?’ ‘Definitely.! You gotta show me where we can buy the best ice-cream ever.’ ‘You’ve never been here? Everyone who has been here at least for one time knows that nothing tastes better than Daddy Mark’s ice-cream. My parents used to take me here when I was little. By the way, how did you guess I loved strawberry ice-cream?’ Knowing he couldn’t tell her the truth, just smiled and answered: ‘Everyone loves strawberry. Tom didn't want to leave it. But something alien swooped around the fringes of his consciousness, driving the shadows back. Unwillingly, he was herded up into the light.As he came to awareness, he was nearly overwhelmed by the sensations that poured in from his abused body. His head throbbed with pain. Idly he wondered if he had gotten away with a concussion or if his skull was as fractured as it felt. He was lying on his side in what seemed to be rubble; hard, sharp things pressed and poked. Waking up every few hours it wasn't until she masturbated that she was able to get some rest. On awakening, she once again began to ruminate on every aspect of what seeing him meant.Having dated black men in the past she had no problem with that although it was something she could never discuss with her family; bringing a black man into their home was out of the question. Well-meaning and decent her parents harbored strong racist feelings and viewed race-mixing as degenerate, if not downright.