Like a woman.After crying alone and silently for nearly an hour, I wiped my face cleanand moved to sit in Calvin's lap. He had made me do this so of...en thatit felt natural to wrap my arms around his neck. For the first time ever,I barred my soul to him. I admitted that I didn't know what I wanted, butso long as I was always free to go, that I would stay with him. Calvinjoined me in shedding tears as he hugged me tight.Our transformation wasn't finished... but it had truly turned a. "What'll it be, miss?" asked the bartender. He looked exactly like a young Keith Richards and even had a sexy English accent."Well, if you're not busy..." she laughed, and smiled at him. She looked like a goddess sitting there, and he was taken back a little."Yes, but unfortunately, I am dear. Would you like a drink?" he asked. He seemed to like her, and she liked him immediately."A gin and tonic please." she said as she watched every move he made as he put her drink together. She watched the. And suddenly the image of the black athletes at the Olympics - in their one piece spandex running outfits with their bulging groins - returned to me.I stood there in my mum's lilac lingerie - basque, thong, lace top stockings and strappy high heel sandals - a big black dildo in one hand and stroking myself through the thin shiny material with the other, and thought of her with man other than my father. A tall, toned, naked black guy standing over my mother - her dressed like me. He'd bend her. I was kneeling, not far from the headboard, and using it to hold my upper body up. Charlie put his hands on my hips and I felt his thighs start to smack against the back of mine. I had thought my pussy was done for the night, but I moaned when I felt a jolt of pleasure.Charlie paused and grabbed my vibrator off the bed. He turned it on and gave it to me so I placed it against my clit and he resumed his strokes. Soon I was fully involved and having a series of small pleasurable spasms while he.