Over time I have made a wonderful friend and I love her for her own self." Tell me what she wants and why you can't give it to her?"I didn't say anyth...ng and stood and walked over to the window, looking out over the swimming pool. Shannon had taken Brutus out and was playing Frisbee with him in the area beyond. I became engrossed in watching. Finally I turned. Tyne had gone and looked out the other window."I'm sorry Tyne, I lost my thought for a minute. What your grandmother wants is for you. I thought you really were Sherry's friend from high school. But the next day Sherry told me about you while we were fucking, and we've been planning this night since. I wasn't kidding when I said you were hot, Justine. You are totally hot." "Thanks," I replied meekly. Then Sherry spoke up, "Well, you're not going to leave him with blue balls, are you Justine?" I looked back at her sitting on a chair, and softly shook my head. "Good, then why don't you be a good slut and make sure. Across the access driveway were the small back yards of the building directly behind ours. I never knew our backdoor neighbors closely. Occasionally I'd look out our kitchen door and see one of the neighbor ladies standing in her kitchen and talking with Martha Jane across the driveway.One of those neighbors, a Mrs. Johnson, would open her back door each evening just before dark and carefully slip her bathrobed, paraplegic husband in his wheelchair down the three or four concrete steps into. Just their massive cocks and balls. I was drawn to them like a horse is to water. Utterly transfixed and wanting to submit to one. To feel it splitting me in two, filling me like nothing I'd yet experienced. To suck it. To stroke it. To have it ejaculate in my mouth and swallow its seed. To have it shoot ropes of hot, virile sperm deep inside my womb. To worship it as a symbol of ultimate male virility...fantasy in the flesh.As it turned out, one tape we brought home that day was interracial. I.