We'll get it arranged. Then everything will be fine, love we'll be saved from trouble then!"The next day, which was Saturday, Mum went upstairs to mak... a private phone call, while I and Dad were working in the garden. Later, when she came down, I could partly overhear what they said in the kitchen, as I dug the soil.Mum went, "Oohhh, darling! They really want their money's worth!"After some muttering, Dad blurted out, "They're gonna do WHAT to you? No way, Teresa! Oh, no! No way can I have that. He was not so bad to look at though his crumpled clothes bought a decade ago didn’t help; in another life I might even have found him attractive, but not in this one.“Cooking my dinner like a good little bitch,” he said. It was true; I was stooped over the stove. My mother certainly never cooked and Ian had a tendency to get violent if he didn’t have a meal on the table after work. I said nothing, it was usually best to unless he actually asked a direct question.“What is it?” he asked, stepping. I really let go that night and experienced some very intense orgasms while they pumped me with their white cocks. I hadn’t even thought about it, but I hadn’t had a black cock since I fucked a handful of USC football players at a party in LA. I had no real preference for the type of cock I went for, since I had partaken of well over 1500 cocks in my life, from every race and in every size and shape, but I did notice that I tended to date mostly white men. JJ was the last black guy I dated and. Eric was the hottest guy in school, captain of the football time, quarterback, star softball pitcher and a forward on the ice hockey squad. He was so buff; he lifted weights every day in the school gym. She loved his car, a banana yellow Camaro with black racing stripes, just like in the movies. And the way it sounded? Oh, my God, she loved the deep-throated rumble of its masculine, V8 engine. She wouldn't mind losing her carefully defended virginity to Eric Conlon, no indeed. In fact, things.