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all of it matters, Laurie, including his face. We can’t help any of this. It’s who we are. And believe me when I tell you: If the race of the man who raped you is part of what made the experience so frightening, you are not a racist. You are not a bad person. If his color scared you, then that’s just part of the whole picture, and we can’t deal with the whole picture unless you’re completely honest with me, and with yourself.” Laurie stared down at her black, worn-out flats. Her thoughts felt thirty feet behind her eyes. She mumbled something. “. what’s that, Laurie?” Silence. Georgetta moved from her armchair to the floor to kneel in front of Laurie and take her cold white hands in her warm black ones. “It’s okay, Laurie. You’re safe with me. Tell me.” “Black,” said girls Laurie. “The man who raped me was black.” Georgetta nodded. “Be honest. Did that make the rape worse? That a black man was raping you?” Laurie couldn’t believe it. After she nodded and said yes—shouted YES—Georgetta smiled and said that it was fine for her to admit that—it was brave for her to admit that, she respected her so much for admitting it—and that everything was going to be all right. They hugged. Laurie inhaled deeply the comforting scent of Georgetta’s caramel skin. Laurie was erotic back in her apartment, sitting on her couch, television on for company. Her eyes were fixed just above striptease the television at a spot on the wall. The two-hour session had exhausted her. She barely remembered how she got home. The rest of the session was a blur of unburdenment. Yes, the rape was terrifying softcore enough, but a rape by a black man squared or cubed the problem. Laurie had grown up in a small rural community. No black people anywhere, only some seasonal Guatemalan and teasing Mexican workers. They were nice folks—harder working than any whites she knew. I told everyone she does not have any neighbors and has an 8 foot privacy striptease fence. Then without warning, Joe placed his mouth directly At that moment I girls realized that this was what softcore I wanted all along and was happy to be getting it. “Maybe I should become the woman Mistress wants me to be,” Astrid whispered, “why should I keep clinging to my oaths, when they give me nothing but erotic heartache and pain?” “Yes!” I growled. He said, ok mom. Fuck yes! I thought. "OH my god yea mmm" I don't know how your doing it but I don't care, oh jesus that feels amazing, don't stop, oh god don't stop, this is amazing, my mothers tongue and my brothers cock both inside my womb!! Conner held Jennifer still as I pressed the head of my cock into her ass. I can barely feel him at all. We were both loving this game. My cunt convulsed. "You promise not to barter your body for my sake, or do anything else remotely that reckless. Bella moaned when his head stretched her eager opening, and he slowly let teasing her feel it start to penetrate her quivering chasm of lust. We'll be back home in two days. My pussy clenched. I nearly shot in the man's mouth when I realized she had been walking around with no panties on. On the ride home all I could think about was, how could I have done it better? My left hand's thumb kept playing and pushing her clit and my tongue kept licking her woman folds. “Yes, Mother!” I gasped, so eager for that. Oh sweetie I am sorry you missed out on so many years of sexual pleasure. He guided her hands and moved them to his waistband. Would that bother you?