I had made the same argument in my head the night before. “But we have to be realistic. We’re talking at least six months before I can do much of ...nything and probably a year or more before I can do everything. In the meantime, I have to learn how to do a few things one-handed. I have to be able to change my clothes and tie my shoes. I have to be able to fix myself something to eat and sign my name. I’m not talking about learning to juggle. I just need to refine my motor skills to the point. Room us ki aahon se bhar gaya vo bhi gaand utha utha ke mera lund andar tak le rahi thi.Us ke baad main use utha ke bed room main le gaya aur vo doggy style main aa ke boli . I love doggy style ..Chod mujhe .Aur maine us ki gaand pe khoob chaante maare aur phir us ki gaand main lund daal diya aur us ke baal pakad ke use chodne laga .Vo bhi khoob aahen bhar ke maje le rahi thi aur us ke baad vo mere upar aa gai aur mujhe bite karne lagi aur phir humne cowgirl style main chudai ki .Us raat humne. He laughed a little. “Please don’t tell anyone about this! I’ll do anything!” He smiled at me. “So, you like cock? You ever seen a real one close up?” I shook my head.“You want to?” I hesitated, then smiled and nodded. “Fucking queer! You want my cock?!” He pulled his boxers off to reveal his limp cock dangling next to a huge pair of balls between his muscular legs. “Get naked, white boy!” he sneered. I did as he said. My 7 inch cock looked tiny next to his black monster, and mine was already. I felt that I was getting wet and that my nipples began to harden. He continued for a while, angling his fingers to compensate for me tip-toeing. I was already chewing on my lower lip and wondering whether I should simply shout out that he should finally fuck me, as he suddenly stopped. I sank down on my feet with a sigh. He got me really aroused by this and I was now clearly staring at his shaft and he probably knew that he had me...All my anger and grief of the last weeks were washed away,.