" Without gagging?" I asked.Mom replied, "Well, that's where the practice part comes in."She had just finished saying that when the next cock came thr... thehole, and this one was about 7" long but only medium thick with a verytapered head."As if we ordered it," she laughed, "Here is the perfect practice cockfor you." OK," I said, "I'll try."So I squatted down to the cock and slipped my mouth around it. Again Iwas surprised by the silkiness of it and like I had on the previousone, I took it in my. I opened the cans of tomatoes and dumped them into the mixture. Taking another pot, I put water and salt in it and set it to heat to a boil.“This is a simple but tasty meal. I’m sure a real chef would make it better but it works for me.” When the water began to boil. I measured the egg noodles by hand and poured them into that pot. I turned down the frying pan to simmer. “Now, we wait tor the egg noodles to cook. Once they’re ready, we can eat.”It didn’t take long once the water started to. “My bad, yo. Calm down. I mean that weed they found wasn’t mine. I ain’t even know it was in the house.”At this Kijani softened. “I hear you. I’m just still in shock.”“This must be yo first time.”“Yeah. It is,” the nervous looking man lowered his head.“You’ll be okay. It’s plenty niggas gonna wanna protect you.”“Huh?”“C’mon, mane,” the more knowledgeable dude with dreads glared. “You can’t be that naive.”“What do you mean?”“I’m finna keep it real cuz you seem cool and shit.”“Okay,” Kijani said. My stockinged knees hit the cold hard tile. My lower legs and feet were twisted, but you didn't seem to care. You just stared down at me, with those blue eyes blazing. Your hand remained firm on my shoulder, holding me back against the floor, in my awkward kneeling position, your cock only a few inches from my face. "You've always been a slut, haven't you? A whore for every Goddamn man that has a hard-on for a married slut." Your fingers released their hold of my shoulders and quickly entwined.