He didn't know the truth himself. Harold, and the white men in the videos with their small penises, they could never truly satisfy a woman. Only big c...cks, black cocks, could give a woman what she needs. Megan was doomed never to be satisfied during intercourse.Jamal had scared her the last couple times they had been together. The first time, he had roughly grabbed her head and fucked her face like she was just an object designed to make him cum. Last time, he had slammed his entire cock into. When I walked into ourhouse, I expected to see my wife. Instead, the housewas perfectly silent, except for the sound of springssqueaking coming from the master bedroom. As I went up the stairs towards the bedroom I couldhear my wife’s moans. She was clearly being fucked. Iwas angry after her last escapade and I wanted to seeher reaction when I said that I wasn’t going to bepushed around. I burst the door open.Inside my bedroom, I saw a predictable sight. My wife’slegs were in. Ollie didn't want to gawk, so he went back to the kitchen and fixed two teas. He walked softly around the corner, peeking out to make sure he didn't barge in on the girls. Sally was pulling on some jogging pants, followed by a shirt, then she cuddled back into Holly, who sat on the couch. Sally explained the events of the day, in between huffed breaths. Ollie brought the mugs over to the girls. "But Ollie helped, and I swear nothing happened between us." Sally acknowledged. "Oh I know nothing. Yes, Mother,’ the reflection whispered. He managed to wash his face and brush his teeth in much the same way as a ferret manages to squeeze through a small hole in a wall, or as toothpaste as it is squeezed out of the tube: a wriggle and ooze. ‘Like my life,’ Jeremy thought, ‘More ooze than wriggle.’ Is that a telephone ringing? Jeremy placed his toothbrush and toothpaste back into the travel bag. Wasn’t there something else? Yes, there was something else. He could see the shaver watching him..