Tammy was embarrassed, shocked, but captivated also. The 18 year old blond was getting moist between her slender legs as she could not help but to sta...e at the lewd display of wanton sexuality from the stunning black woman. She excused herself and went to bed and locked her door. Tom and Thelma showed the boys their room and retired for the night.Three weeks went bye uneventful except for the continued sexual noises from the master bedroom. On Friday night Tammy cracked the door to her parents. Duncan laughed. "It's yours." "And this is yours," she said, rubbing her pussy. "Sounds good. What's your name, anyway?" Duncan asked. "Aren't you supposed to ask that before you fuck someone?" she laughed. "I suppose. How about if I ask you the next time before we fuck?" "Deal," she said. It was the next day and I was still in amazement of what had happened. I couldn’t believe that my plan had worked the way it did. I figured she would be revolted and. . well, comfortable with other people before. I had known Susan for less than a week, and John only a few hours, but it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world for me to be sitting there, talking with them. When we went back to the living room, John talked about the ranch and his construction business for several hours. And Susan sat beside me the entire time, holding my hand. Every so often, very unselfconsciously, Susan would lean over and give me a little kiss (or two), or lean her. I gritted my teeth and stabbed the needleinto the side of my forearm.It hurt. A lot. I started to pull the plunger on the syringe back, andstopped. I'd tried to give myself the ability to turn off pain. And tomake that ability transfer temporarily with my blood if I had pain shutoff while I drew it.I concentrated, and the pain stopped like I'd thrown a switch. I couldstill feel the needle, jammed clumsily into my arm, but it didn't hurt.That was a good sign. This might actually work.I filled.