Don’t you dare fucking stop, you bastard.” With that she pushed my head even harder into her. I was still just managing to move my tongue across ...er clit. She was still stiff, her hips in the air, she lifted my head off her, and started to shake as she came down from her orgasm and slowly rested her body back onto the bed. “Are you okay, Jean?” I asked. She didn’t say anything, she was still shaking. I asked again, “Jean... you okay?” Jean replied, with an angryish tone. “Yes, you bastard,. That was acting!"Curt!" Shelly looked up from my lips with a smile. "Go ahead and change. Grab that banana sling over there."I saw him in the mirror, my co-star or whatever, and nobody had told me he'd be a big handsome black body builder guy. I'm basically white as snow and he looked as black as Africa. That's not racist, is it? I'm not really prejudiced or anything, but ... Why was he black? Or, why did they want a white girl for my role? An interracial condom commercial?He smiled at my. I really didn’t want to know what he was saying – do you know what I am saying? Duray insisted on trying to tell me what he was saying even though I didn’t want to hear it.“Dem’ girls, dey like that big black dick, and he like watching his girls happy, so he do anything for his girl, won’t you Brock?” Duray asked Brock.“Yes Sir, I will,” Brock said with genuine fear in his voice. I kind of liked it.I asked Duray why they wanted my house. There had to be plenty of other places this would work. The entire house was sound proofed. Only from under the doors could any sound pass. That was because they didn't quite meet the carpet. I had often wondered why my father had the house built that way.Of course, I stopped, tapped on the door, and heard the sobbing stop. Then Geena came to the door, wearing a teddy and nothing underneath. I had not thought of my sister in sexual terms before, but, they say that funerals bring out odd feelings in people. I started lusting for my pretty sister,.