Maybe I am biased, but I really think that African men are superior compared to white guys. I hope Francesco does not take it as an offence, but it is...just my way of thinking based on my emotions and my life experiences.” She grinned with delight as she went on. “It is like nothing I felt with any white guy, my husband included. I thank God I discovered it, otherwise, I would be condemned to an emotionally and sexually anonymous life. I know that some of my acquaintances, when I started going. What the hell happened last night?The last thing I remember was talking to my girlfriend, Sally. She hadasked me if I would help her with a birthday present for her niece,which I thought was a really odd request, but I thought if I agreed, Istood a better chance of getting sex with her.After that I didn't remember anything. I opened my eyes.I was laid on a bed in a small room, with no doors or windows andeverything was pink. The only furniture was the bed I was laid on and amirrored door. Yeah, that slickness wasn’t all from the blood either, the wet slickness told him I enjoyed, I hated it and loved it. He began to bang away, and my pussy accepted his thrusting dick like it was hungry. Deep hard jabs split me wide and deep pain ripped through my snatch. Still, passion burned inside me, growing, out of control a nasty, lustful, fulfillment spread inside me, something I hadn’t felt in such a long time.Shame filled me, the shame of being raped, a deeper humiliation from my. I felt very childish wearing them but I loved them. For a top-notch accountant that is always dressed in a business suit I find those fuzzy bunny slippers to be a drastic contrast. Besides my three loving daughters gave them to me.As I started back into the family room my cock was only half-hard. Audrey handed me another beer and said that she had put a frozen pizza in the oven and that we would be eating it in about twenty minutes. As I sat in my chair Audrey sat right in my lap. It wasn’t the.