“I ain’t feeling ya faggot white boy. Beg me properly"“Pleeeeeeeeeeease Pete" Kerry moaned, thrashing on the bed. “Please fuck my girlfriend d...ddy" I said, loudly and clearly. “fuck my girlfriend with you big black cock" I meant it. Malcolm lunged forwards.“OHHHHHH FUUUUUUCK!” Kerry cried as Malcolm slid another 6” of hard black meat into her. It’s hard to describe how I felt as I watched Malcolm inch his cock into Kerry. It looked so huge, filling and stretching her. I was still hot with. Flashes of what she and the prostitute had done to each other that night made it easier for her to see her mother and aunty really doing it to. The more she remembered the hornier she was getting. As she admired her auntie’s body she noticed a spot of blood on her left breast and found her hand drawn to it as she said, “You’re bleeding aunty Sarah. Did mum do that to you?”Sarah looked down and felt the touch of Karen’s finger and had to retain herself from moaning. She knew now that Karen was. I heard him sniffle. "Why do you have to be so mean?" He blurted, andthen hung up the phone.I guess I had really fucked with his head, or both of his heads. Well, Ithought, he had it coming. But as the day went on, and I thought about itmore and more, I started to feel guilty. Hadn't he suffered enough? Givenup enough? Hadn't I brought him to his knees, made him beg and then thankme for making him a woman?And besides, I thought. He's the mother of my children.That night I did some more work on. We had been introduced online six weeks before. Oh how we would talk. Well, ok, after I decided to stop running away and realized that a friend would be nice to have. After all, everyone needs a friend. Oh the hours of conversations we would have. It was so nice to be able to talk to someone, to share my thoughts, my desires, and yes my fantasies with. Even better that you were able to as well. We really got to know each other during those long night conversations. I wouldn’t trade that for.