When I looked up, the sun was brighter than I remembered and black spots danced around her face, which was haloed by the light. I could tell she was s...crificing some length of pride when she spoke. ‘I’m sorry my uncle kilt your daddy.’ And then she set her basket of flowers down beside me and turned and walked away once more. ‘Are you giving me flowers?’ I called after her, still half-blind. ‘I am.’ ‘What am I going to do with flowers?’ ‘Don’t know.’ ‘I’m a boy.’ ‘So you keep saying.’ ‘I ain’t. As the black guy held Ed’s head and started fucking his skull, Ed unzipped his pants, pulled out his 8” monster and started to play with it. Not even 10 minutes of this and Ed was rock hard and leaking once again, as the black guy looked down.“Would you care to fuck”, asked the black guy but I do not have a condom, he added. “I do not have one either”. Said Ed. “I have no problem to fuck you bareback”. Was his suggestion. The black guy helped Ed to get up and stand on his feet as he grabbed the. Now, back to “Just what I needed.”— In the heart of my puberty years, in 8th grade, my mother moved north to Atlanta because there was far more opportunity there to make much more money as a stripper. Brittany moved with her, and began her own stripping career, moving to Miami soon after that. I went to live with my grandmother in a small town. I missed Brittany and my mom terribly, and as a result became completely obsessed with women’s clothes. Not only were they much more comfy than gawdy. And I want you. I want every inch of your hot little body.”She gave me the look I saw THAT night. I could sense she was aroused by my words as she was moving around the chair nervously. She was wearing a white blouse and a pair of tight jeans.In a minute my dad returned to the dinning table to announce that for the next hour he’s going to have an online conference with his business partners. These words immediately made my heart go berserk, though Karen remained calm. She sat there enjoying her.