Wouldn’t you rather do that?”“You want me to be a bridesmaid?” she asked in wonder.“No,” I said. “I’d like you to be my best friend. A...d no, I won’t call you best man.” I’d truly never seen Nicki speechless. She launched herself across the table and embraced Treasure. Hmm. I thought I’d asked her.“I’m happy to be Ari’s best man. Or friend, if he wants to call me that. But, Treasure, you will never have to worry about me. I’ve never had a best friend before. I will never betray the trust you are. She was thick, long, and getting harder by the second. We immediately get off the floor and go to the bar. I buy us both a drink thenI ask her how big is her cock, she says "about 11inches papi, you wanna suck on it ?" I say " fuck yeah". She looks me dead in the eye and says "NO, YOU CANNOT!!!!" I was shocked and asked her why she says "because black guys don't know how to suck my cock, every black guy that sucks my cock was bad , couldn't make me cum". I tell her "Well I'm different, give me. This morning when I put them on I just could not stand the feeling of the crotch up against me, so I just cut the panty part out."Gail said "well right now they are ripped almost from the front to the back, you don't have any runs yet, but I'm sure by the end of the day you will." We both stood and looked in the mirror, Gail using her hands began working and fixing my hair. We kept a hairbrush in the bathroom, and Gail took it and began brushing it. The door opened and Ann walked in. She looked. “Well, I knew something was up when you got home,” she said, with a smirk on her face.“What do you mean?” I asked, all innocent.“Well, when I left you last night you were wearing one of your western shirts, that one” she said, pointing to the shirt laying on the folded down back seat. “And when you came home last night, you were wearing Steve Miller.”She then reached out before I could stop her and grabbed the shirt from the back. The look on her face was priceless when she realized that the.