"It's nice to see you two finally getting along again," the voice came from the body on the ground. It slowly started to set up. This freaked both the...little girl and me out. "Who or what are you?" I asked."I am the mother of the two who died here. Thus making me the mother of you and your sister," she said."You're not my mommy," the little girl spoke."Maybe not in this life, but when your souls were that of the two little girls that I gave birth to, I was your mother," she responded."But why. While lying out at the hotel pool, we noticed a number of single white women, who had taken up with local black men. Several of the men were sporting really incredible bulges which drew a remark from Anita.That night we decided to go clubbing. Ana was wearing a short sundress that showed off her great curvy body.We started with a small place; a dark bar. We ordered drinks and as our eyes adjusted to the light, we noticed I was the only white guy in the place. On the other hand there were. Just as her waves of orgasm started to subside, he grunted and pulled his huge cock out of her tiny mouth. he jacked it off quickly while she played with his balls with one hand, and the other hand kept rubbing her dripping wet pussy lips."tell him how much you love sperm, slave." i quietly intone."yes master. this slave loves to eat sperm," she quivered. "any sperm i can get, all day long. i want to drink it and lick it up. i want all the hot jizz out of your balls, i want you to shoot your. And getting winded by the end even though the choreography wasn't all that physically intense lessened any impressiveness."Jogging and calisthenics should get you in shape," Lindy suggested smugly.Jobs as busboy and waiter during summer breaks had been my only real exercise. I wasn't really soft or flabby, just not all that muscular on my tall frame that stretched me to thinness. I actually embraced the possibility of a regimen of exercise. I wanted to be buff.Monday morning after the dance.