I can never fuck the same guy more than once in a thirty day period, I always fuck them at our house and if I fuck anyone while he is on a trip I have...to tell him all about it, right down to the last little detail. I only have one problem. I have not told Ken about fucking black guys - I'm not sure if he is ready for that, but I hate keeping things from him now that he is letting me run free. What I'm wondering is if I send you the details of some of my sessions with black guys could you write. It wasn't the physical part. I'd kept changing, but I wasn't going to visit a doctor and create documented proof of the differences though. My chest was broader; my abs packed sixes; my arms and thighs were bigger. The scariest part was the height! I had grown at least three inches taller. I could accept the rest since I was eating much better and getting a lot of 'exercise', but the height thing ... not even close to fucking natural! The women couldn't keep up with me sexually. After awhile, I. Nothing really important — Junior High School stuff,” I said.“Mom, how much longer are we going to be here? Cotillion is tonight, but we need to do some Tango practicing. If you need to get home or something, I understand.”Mom replied, “Why don’t I take a run home, get you a change of clothes for Cotillion, then come back here and then take both of you to Cotillion?”“You don’t mind doing all of that, Annie?” Sarah questioned.“Not at all. Who knows, we are probably watching future National Dance. I’m the Black sheep of the family. The bad boy who learned his lesson. I’m more focused on school right now. My grades at Carleton University in Ottawa are a lot better than they were at Emerson College in downtown Boston. My Linda is there with me and she encourages me in everything that I do. I’ve taken a part-time job as a Security Guard to make ends meet. Just so I can pay my rent and have a little something to spend on my lady on weekends. I love Linda. When I hold her in my arms, I feel.