In a week or so, when the stitches were out and I could get away with an eye patch, maybe. But not tonight. Between you and I, gentle reader, I was se...retly looking forward to wearing an eye patch. I’ve always thought they were rather dashing in much the same way as duelling scars. My reverie was interrupted by the door bell and the butterflies in my stomach took flight like a tree full of starlings after a gunshot. Hey! Why was I nervous? What was the worst case scenario? We didn’t get along. This is how I got my first black cock, three years before I should have done. It’s 8.15am, and the only people here are cleaners, and the first of the teachers arriving for work. I’ve caught a lift with my dad to get here early, instead of walking with my mates from the town centre. See, I’ve been rifling the unattended bags, abandoned in the central artery coat racks looking for uniform I can acquire. See, I’m big for my age, so things are hard to come by. I’ve taken to rifling the forgotten. She had sampled them on the same visits and enjoyed their substantial organs. Having two was a real benefit even though they definitely needed training which, of course, she was well prepared to do. Their sexual outlet had been primarily prostitutes. They had money and good jobs, things that were important.She accepted the proposal to marry both of them, something not unknown with the shortage. During the preparations for the marriage she discovered that they were quite submissive which was a. When I entered the kitchen Mum looked up from her paper and asked if I wanted something cooked for breakfast. The thought of it almost made me vomit and she looked quite worried at the vehemence of my negative response."All I want is Enos, disprins and coffee and to be left in peace. I'm going back to bed and I'll be lucky to get up today!" I suppose that means you don't want me to join you then?" Mum looked extremely surprised when I confirmed my desire to be alone."You wont forget that Dad.