"Black is good. Black means you want sex, right? You like black men,too?" I?ve never been with a black man." Oh, you?ll love it. They really are large... down there, you know. Howabout this: bras or panties? What?s your favorite underwear?"I hesitated. "Panties are the basic garment for all cross-dressers," Isaid. "You aren?t complete without panties." Dresses or skirts?" Dresses." Lipstick or mascara." Lipstick." Boobs or a vagina?" What?" Answer me. Would you rather have breasts or a. Your calendar says you work from six until midnight. I'll see you............"He stopped mid-sentence. I had heard the same line three times a week for months, "I'll see you when you get home." Usually, he would add lines like, "We'll have a bite to eat together" or "Can I watch you shower for free or do I have to pay you a naira?" or "Maybe I can kiss you all over while you go to sleep." His all over usually was 80% in my pussy and 20% everything else. He definitely was an oral man. Just the. God is all-powerful. Why would he ever get jealous? You would have to be privy to the big picture to know. Imagine you were the mailman whose job it is to deliver letters. You could get a letter in the mail that changes your life and the lives of those around you. The mailman doesn’t know that he was the tool that delivered the life changing letter. He just goes about his business, never aware of the bigger picture that he was a part of. We cannot be aware of the bigger picture, or the whole. I smiled and slowly squatted down, sitting on his face with thighs spread wide, ramming my sweaty crotch onto his nose and mouth, those eyes wide open and full of fear and humiliation as he struggled to breathe in his granny's old pussy."Smell that, grandson of mine, smell it gooooood," I roared, head back as I ground into his face, rubbing it raw again. "You love my pantyhose so much, tell me how much you love me riding your FACE with it!"I rode him raw for five solid minutes, snapping my hips.