Several weeks later found Ebima watching on a tree next to a bedroom window as a woman threw open the door to the room in a fit of anger and began to ...ell at the child in bed. Christopher James McIntyre, if you arent out of that bed in the next ten seconds, Ill- Cheesus rice, Mom, Im UP! The boy in question threw his sheets from his bedraggled head, and sat up. Ebima leaned forward, to get a closer look at the object of his fascination. Ebima looked on as Christopher went on about his life,. Um, Mr. Black man, can I touch your penis? Maybe I can help you give me a drop or two of life juice, I mean sperm, to see? Do black men have sperm like white men?" So many questions. First things first, you can touch it." She reached out and grabbed the man's penis. It was boiling hot to the touch, and felt as hard as steel. For a moment, she underestimated its power. Her grip was too loose, and the cock broke her grip and slipped out of her hand. It bounced around, slapping her on the side.. There was a look of elation on her face as she slowly raised up until my hard rod slipped out of her pussy, and she quickly took my hardness in her hand and guided it to her puckered rosebud, slowly and carefully descending until the bulging head rested in her ass. Continuing to softly caress her clit, she bit her lower lip as she inched down my bulging shaft, and I felt another orgasm approaching. She slowly moved up and down my throbbing cock, and when I was buried fully in her ass, she. 'Oh, fuck!' thought Van."I don't know! I didn't get a look at it when she was shooting me!" he said desperately."Oh it's hers all right," Bobby assured him. "And you know what? Only one bullet's been fired."He flipped open the cylinder and spun it in front of Van's face. As it came to a stop, Van could see the menacing dull grey heads of the remaining five bullets pointing at him. Bobby snapped the cylinder back into place."Care to try another story?" he asked.Van was beginning to lose the.