“Any black men?”, I asked.“Yes.”, she said.“How many?”, I asked.Jess thought for a moment, then replied, “10”.“Oh? 10 black men, huh... Hung?”, I asked.“Yes, and yes, all well hung.”, she said, in a voice that displayed a bit of pride.“How well hung?”, I continued.“10 inches and larger.”, she said.“And the largest?”, I asked.“14 inches, and very thick.”, she admitted after a moment’s thought.“Amazing!”, I said, a bit upset. “You can’t recall exactly how many men you’ve fucked over the last. The young man stood at the bridge, just inside the shadow of the gazebo.His expression held hope that his love would answer in the way hedesired. She looked down into the water and saw her reflection lookingback.She was beautiful! The solid pink bodice was broken only by the rufflesof her blouse. Her age proclaimed by a youthful bosom - she could be noolder than twenty. The reflection she cast was of a lovely young woman inthe prime of her life. Behind her she could just make out the young. . I mean, they show off your figure to perfection." You admire a classically voluptuous woman, do you? That being the case, I'm pleased to meet you. I'm Fiona."She paid for the jeans, and we agreed to continue our discussion in a more congenial setting. For example, over dinner."Best meal I've had in ages." Well, not actually the best, but at least as good as I'd gotten in the fast food joints where I'd been eating all too often lately."I enjoy cooking for friends." She was humming under her. "You've been bad and now you have to pay. Keep your butt up and brace yourself." Suzanne raised her hand high in the air, preparing to spank Katherine.Suzanne brought her hand crashing down, making a great smacking sound."Ow!" cried Katherine.But, in fact, the smack sounded worse than it actually was. At the last second Suzanne had pulled her strike a bit so that the smack was much gentler than, for instance, the first strikes that Glory had given Alan the previous week.Katherine didn't really.