-----------------------------------------------------------------------Marie watched her son practice for the company's production with someunease. Sh... knew that he was growing increasingly comfortable as Fanny.She was initially troubled by this. She had always seen her son as amale danseur, not a ballerina. However, she knew that what he was doingwas all her fault. She had trained him for female roles, and it was heridea to be dancing the female role he was preparing for.As she saw him take to. I wasn’t particularly looking for a black girl, I just wanted somewhere to get my dick wet. But I met this black girl in the next town over. We chatted back and fourth for a few weeks, things seemed to be going good. She was a little on the chubby side, which was fine with me, we seemed to be into the same things, and seemed to hit it off. So after some talking, we agreed on a meeting place which will remain out of the story for private purposes. It started out awkward as hell, as you can. If you want me to be your stud…”The possibilities in his tone hung heavier in the room than the smell of cooking pork.Cheryl began to visibly tremble. She could swear she felt herself ovulate in that same instant.“Decide for yourself little one. When you are ready, I will be here.”The whole trip home Cheryl was torn with dread and desire: should she cheat on her husband? Could she take a strange man into her? Would her marriage survive her belly swollen with another man’s c***d?She pulled off. "They'll just think I'm grinding on you" she whispered. She had me powerless as I felt her slide down my cock oh so easily, and it was amazing to feel her again. She pulled herself into me as she started to ride me, and I was quickly reminded how great a fuck she was."What about your boyfriend?" I asked, as she started to up the pace. She looked at me with a naughty look on her face. "Makes it hotter, don't you think?" I have to admit, I didn't care either way, and didn't know why I'd asked....