V. as my uncle prepared some chicken and vegetables. I stole glances at his arms and chest as they moved, and watched his muscled that lay underneath ...is tight shirt. He smiled at me as I tried to steal my fifth look. I smiled back and and turned my head back to the t.v. awkwardly. In an attempt to recover, I asked about the progress of dinner."Well, it's pretty much done,"he replied as he carried two plates of food over to the couch."Thanks. It looks really good,"I said as I began to eat.After. He closed the bedroom door behind himself and once inside he unzipped his fly and pulled out what must have been at least 12 inches of man-meat. It was as big as any I'd ever seen in the pornos. Linda was totally amazed, I watched as she moved toward it and lifted its weighty mass in her hands. "Gawd," she said, "Something like this would never fit inside me!" and I had to silently agree. "Sure it will," said the black man, "all ya need is a little preparation." This was getting serious, I. I wasn?t playing, though. "Abigail, I was sincerely worried about you. Idon?t want you pushing yourself past your limits for my sake." Alright," she agreed, readily enough. "I?ll try not to push myself toohard. But only if you do the same." That?s different," I argued, looking away. "The fate of our peoplerests on my shoulders. I?m supposed to push myself a little." Devilla, if you?re feeling pushed, then you?re probably doing enough tokill a normal person three hundred times over. I?m not. The feeling of his hard shaft between my lips sent waves upon waves of delight through my body forcing my own clit to grow and demand to be released from its confinement. I very quickly debated and dismissed the idea of reaching between my legs and taking care of my own needs in favor for concentrating on pleasing the man I had in my mouth. I had wanted to be this sluttish bitch and slut for so long and now all I had to do was to let myself go and think only of him and his needs. I began.