“It’s you…” His voice broke with a trace of fear. “Mhm, I bet you were starting to think you were crazy…” She looked different than when...he first saw her, her nails were long and black, so where her lips. She had hair that was black as night and instead of the rags she wore before she had a long black dress that seemed to be ever moving. It was liquid in a way.He remained silent just staring at her.“Are you still afraid of me?” she looked at him with the portrait of surprise painted on her. I would feel her move her hips up so that my shaft was poised at her entrance and I would gently lower myself and feel my cock entering. When I met some resistance I would stop and ask again with my eyes. She would have her face clenched and eyes closed, so it is difficult to tell her thoughts, and I would pause, waiting for a sign from her. The sign would come as she moved up against me, forcing me through that one-time barrier. Now I could enter her and feel the fulfillment of the promise. What you've just done to me is amazing, could you visit with my granddaughters and see if you could help them the same way?" I don't see why not," Alex answered. "I'm assuming they're a little young to attend the concert tonight. I also see you don't have your other daughters with you." Alas, my youngest daughter died two years ago from colon cancer, so I help my son-in-law raise them occasionally. If you can see them sometime before you leave, I'd really appreciate it." I guess we could meet. Yeah!! Hysterical!! He’d always prided himself on bouncing back. Now he knows better, because that night he was not strong enough in the end. Not strong enough to resist these men as they held him face down, forcing his legs apart, when they decided to focus their attention on him. He desperately tries to think of other things that did not involve big hard man cocks plunging and plugging and plowing and leaking and pumping and prowling in and out of him. He wonders if he was just unlucky. Was.