But every time Phoebe saw her for even a second the Black Man blocked her view. Only now he looked different. Sometimes he was still Frank Dane, but ...ometimes he was a woman, or a little girl, or a bear, or a goat, or a black dog, or a white horse. No matter what he was, he was always watching her.Phoebe didn’t know the women who began kissing her. She kissed them back without question or reply. Their hands moved on her, three or four pairs, stroking and fondling and groping and finally. Laying her down, he once again positioned himself over her and gently teased her opening with the head of his dick. He found it slick, warm and welcoming. They stared into each others eyes as he gently thrust his head in, focusing all of his control on not burying his cock deep in her tight pussy. He felt her beneath him, flexing her muscles trying to get used to him. He pulled himself out and for minutes on end he thrust the head of his cock in and out of her, stretching her to accommodate. Sandra on the other hand was drop dead gorgeous. The kind of girl that when she walks into a room, conversation stops. My hands were shaking as I closed the door to my room. From my bed I considered my options, and they were not good. There was no way I could talk to her without betraying myself so I vowed to avoid her. Not easy since we shared a bedroom and a bathroom. I covered my face with a pillow and started to cry.It did not get better, it got worse. She was a good cook and insisted. Patreon.com/swallows999][What do you look like?: The character is not described in great detail on purpose. He is you, the reader! He is as strong and burly or emaciated and weak as yourself. Of course, when I say "you", I can't stop you from imagining a different person, so go ahead and take your pick of appearance. The reason why I did this was because too many times I've been told that I'm some 6'8" white beefcake (I would not eat that) with an 18" penis (now I really would not eat that). In.