Chapter 254

Laura lay flat on her back, looking up. Only inches above her face swayed the dark, round balls of Brenda's wonderful naked breasts, her nipples thick and black and bulbous and glimmering, slowly moving closer, until they brushed Laura's lips as Brenda playfully moved them across Laura's face. Laura chased them with her mouth but did not raise her hands to them, enjoying the game, feeling her pussy throb as the smooth, round globes grazed her cheeks, her nose, her lips.

Brenda's were among the biggest nipples Laura had ever seen, huge and mouthwatering, soft, with large, puffy areolas and thick jutting center stems. Or maybe they only looked that way since she was dangling her breasts in Laura's face, and so her nipples were extra swollen. In your mouth they were like ripe fruit, at first silky and pulpy, the consistency of tender plums, but as you tongued and sucked them, they grew firmer and swelled, stiffening palpably, until finally they were wet and rubbery and chewy, the centers now pushing up about half an inch above the wrinkled cones.

And when you had a mouthful of one, your mouth was really full. Brenda made a long, low 'whooooshhhhh' sound, whistling air between her teeth, as Laura finally caught one and drew it between her lips.

"Oh! Yes!"

Her face was actually poised over Laura's breasts, since their bodies were reversed, a position Laura had taught her, in which they could suck and fondle each other at the same time. Brenda loved this and insisted on it each time she and Laura came together. But at the moment the sensations Laura's mouth and tongue were causing in her nipple had made it impossible for her to do anything but close her eyes and clench her teeth and moan.

"Ohhhnnnnnn... god, yes! Ohhnnnnnnn!"

Laura released the slippery, shiny wet nipple from her mouth momentarily. "Feel good?"

"Oh god, yes! Nobody's ever sucked them the way you do. Sometimes I think I could come."

"You probably could. Want to try?"

Brenda shook her head, almost disappointing Laura, in a way. "I've already got a way planned to do that."

"There's more than one way," Laura breathed, sucking the huge, succulent black plum back into her mouth, after swirling her tongue all around the wet, stippled areola first.

"Unhhhhh!"

"See... you like that," Laura teased her between sharp sucks. "I'll bet you'd like me to do the other one the same way."

"Oh yes!"

Now Laura raised both hands to these beautiful, dangling black melons and cradled them in her upturned palms, brushing her thumbs across the nipples, one still soft and silky, the other now tight, erect, wrinkled and rubbery and damp with her own saliva. This woman is a masterpiece, she thought to herself. What a beautiful woman. What beautiful breasts. I want to swallow them.

She could not believe her good fortune. Brenda had called her just before she got off work. Her husband was going to a basketball game. She had been trying to keep Laura out of her mind, without success. Laura had risked bringing her home, and they had seen the Gibson's leaving for dinner just as they were entering the building. By now the Gibson's were used to seeing Laura in the company of one ravishing black woman after another, and they merely nodded with resigned forbearance.

Laura guided the large, mouthwatering nipple she had not yet sucked between her lips. "Mmmm, this one I'm going to give the double treatment," she murmured, curling her tongue around the soft bud as it entered her mouth.

She could feel the consistency of Brenda's soft nipple change almost immediately against her tongue. It grew somehow thicker, tougher, and more pointed. The center rose out of the surrounding erectile tissue, and Laura sucked harder.

"Oh! Unhhhh!" Brenda gasped, shifting her weight on her hands, which pushed flat into the mattress on either side of Laura's upper arms. "Oh god... you're doing it again... you're making me want to come."

"Of course you want to come, darling," Laura purred. "I don't want you to come. I just want to suck these beautiful breasts forever. Forever and ever. Please don't come yet."

"Oh Laura!"

With a throaty laugh, Brenda gathered whatever energy was still available to her and forcibly rolled Laura over, so that she herself landed on her back this time, with Laura on top, dangling her breasts in Brenda's face now. Laura's bed was so large that there was plenty of room for such a maneuver, which took Laura completely by surprise. She grinned down at Brenda.

"You cheated," she laughed.

"Oh no," Brenda grinned, filling her own black hands with Laura's creamy white breasts, pinching Laura's nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers. "I get my chance too. You don't get to have all the fun."

She pulled one of Laura's nipples into her own mouth and began sucking it almost as vigorously as Laura had sucked hers, digging her fingers into the flesh of Laura's small breast, making Laura throw back her head and whimper. But unlike Brenda, she still retained enough self-control to get back to business, and she sucked in a deep breath and dropped her lips again to Brenda's large globes, so firm that they only yawed a little to the sides but did not slacken out even though she was now on her back.

She knew how Brenda felt, for as the girl hungrily sucked her nipples, she could feel a hot, insistent pulsing begin to grow inside her own flowing pussy. It was a rare woman who could come this way-Ada, Karen-but Laura had done it herself and now wondered more than ever if Brenda could. They were whipping one another into such a frenzy of sexual excitement this way that she would not be surprised if either or both of them came.

She supported herself with one arm and used her free hand to love-maul Brenda's beautiful large breasts while she sucked them. But Brenda, on her back, needed no support and used both hands on Laura's, squeezing them, twisting them, pulling Laura's nipples.

"Oh god," Laura panted. "You're... getting me so aroused. You're making me want to come too."

"Mmmm... not yet," Brenda panted, making obscene, comical lip-smacking noises as she slurped Laura's taut, throbbing nipples. "I want more."

"Me too... I can't get enough of you."

Their breasts and nipples were now shiny with warm spittle, and throbbing with heat, their nipples erect and aching, their breath short, their hips squirming uncontrollably. For another minute, without speaking, just panting and gasping and sucking thirstily, they brought each other to a state of frothing, squirming desperation.

"Unhhhh! Oh... oh god, Laura..." Brenda gasped, coming up momentarily for air, watching Laura hungrily devour one of her wet, pointing nipples.

"Yes honey... yes honey!" Laura gasped, feeling a quick spasm shake her own body as Brenda again sucked one of her own deep inside her mouth.

Suddenly, Brenda's hands were on her shoulders, pushing her up, pushing Laura's mouth away from her wet breasts. Her eyes, glazed and reddened, full of fiery desperation, caught Laura's.

"Do it," she panted, pushing Laura down, down toward her crotch. "Do it... I can't wait. I need you to do it."

The situation was a little comical since Laura and Brenda were looking at each other upside down, but the message was unmistakable.

Laura smirked at her. "You were on a roll. I know you could do it."

Brenda's murky black eyes seemed to show scintillating flashes of electrical fire, like tiny lightning bolts going off within her eyeballs. Fuck me, Laura, she said with her lips, but making no sound. Fuck me.

"You... know what I want," her voice quavered, and her hands pushed on Laura's shoulders even more insistently.

Laura smoothly reversed her position as Brenda watched, their eyes never unlocking. Laura continued fondling her magnificent breasts and damp, erect nipples with one hand while lowering her other between Brenda's thighs.

"I want these..." she murmured. "I still want them."

Brenda nodded ambiguously, her eyes glazed and throbbing, as if to say that Laura could have anything, anything at all. God, I wonder if I could suck them and fist her at the same time, Laura thought. A sharp shiver of sexual excitement gripped her whole body at the mere thought.

Laura was fiercely aroused, but she knew by watching Brenda that Brenda was completely overwhelmed by sexual need, her body quivering, her eyes pleading, her cunt inflamed and runny and open to Laura's fingers. She's going to come like I did, before I can even get it in, Laura thought, looking down at the marvelous, juicy, black-lipped cleft of Brenda's fleshy wet pussy.

"Ohhnnnn!" Brenda moaned, looking down her sleek, undulating body at Laura's hand between her thighs. "Oh yes! Please... Laura!"

Gently massaging her slippery cunt lips, Laura leaned forward to kiss her. And even though they were both consumed by a desperately urgent need, their kiss was remarkably slow and romantic and tender, until it suddenly became more demanding and aggressive. By the time their mouths again came apart, Brenda was in a delirium of crazy fuck need, bucking her hips, grabbing and twisting her own erect nipples.

"Oh... oh please!" she whimpered to Laura. "Please, Laura!"

"Yes... yes..." Laura purred to her, now bunching her fingers together and sliding them up into Brenda's very warm and greasy slit.

It was so well-lubricated that her hand slid in with very little effort.

"Auunngghhh!" Brenda groaned, her eyes rolling up, her upper body arching, her breasts shaking, as the sweet, intense sensations gripped her.

From the expression of sublime sexual transport that she saw pass across Brenda's beautiful face at this instant, Laura knew that a crushing climax was only seconds away. And yet both of them went into a kind of slow motion at this point, welded together by the piercing intimacy that, for Laura at least (and she thought, seeing her eyes, for Brenda too), usually accompanied fist-fucking. With her hand buried up to the wrist in Brenda's sweet, tight pussy, and the bottom part of her forearm pushing relentlessly against the girl's throbbing clit each time she moved, Laura gazed deep into Brenda's eyes, feeling their two bodies melt and flow together in a slow, unfolding rhythm of fucking. Brenda's pelvis moved and swirled in a fluid, rocking motion, while Laura's hand slid in and out of her pussy, though not very far either way, since it was tightly clamped by the spongy walls of Brenda's very tight cunt.

Because she had long arms, Laura found it fairly easy to lean forward and lower her mouth again to the girl's enchanting breasts, sucking Brenda's nipples, at first tentatively again, but then, as Brenda began to churn and whimper more hysterically at the approach of her climax, more and more hungrily. As she gasped and whimpered and squirmed, Brenda's breasts rolled around more vigorously, and with her free hand Laura held one, sucking Brenda's plump, thick nipple deeply, feeling Brenda bear down on the hand that Laura had embedded in her flooding pussy, feeling her pump, feeling her hips shudder. Oh god, she's going to come! Right now!

"Oh! Angghh! Unnnngghiiiieeeee!" Brenda suddenly exploded, her body flipping up, a sharp, athletic jerk into the air, like that of a gymnast, as the first jolt of a shattering orgasm struck her.

"Oh yes, baby... oh yes, baby..." Laura panted, still licking her wet black nipple between the words, quickly moving over to the other one, now fucking Brenda harder, more deliberately, with her hand while sucking Brenda's other nipple just as sharply.

"Unnnngghiiiieeeee!" Brenda came again, wild, exuberant cries flowing from her lungs.

This time she did not jackknife off the bed as before, but her body stiffened and strained under Laura, then broke into wild undulations that had the effect of letting her fuck herself on Laura's wrist as Laura held her arm steady and waited for the fierce spasms to subside. By now she had released Brenda's nipple from her mouth and was tenderly kissing it and the rest of the girl's beautifully formed upper body as Brenda quivered through the remnants of her powerful release, cooing and moaning, her pelvis still shaking from aftershocks.

This slow aftermath took about five minutes to play itself out. During this period, Laura left her hand inside Brenda's pussy, almost afraid to remove it for fear of disrupting the girl's supreme experience. But finally, after a sweet, throbbing eternity of pleasure, Brenda drifted out of her trance and blinked at Laura.

"How can you do it better every time?" she asked, softly. "How can I live without you, Laura?"

Laura, extracting her hand gently, wiping it off on a corner of the sheet, smiled tenderly. "I don't think it was any better than last time. You just can't remember how good it was then. Anyway," she smiled, "you don't have to live without me."

"Mmmmm," Brenda pushed her onto her back. "I better make sure."

They kissed, a long, emotional kiss this time, longer and more moving than anything they had done so far.

"I'm getting attached to you," Brenda whispered.

"The feeling is mutual."

Brenda's eyes glowed partially from the climax she had just had and partially with hot desire for Laura. She began to kiss and caress Laura's body with patient and self-indulgent sensuality, until Laura was trembling involuntarily. Oh god, it's going to be like the first time! Laura panicked. I won't make it past the first touch of her hand. I feel like I'm going to come already!

"Ohhhhhh... Brenda," she sighed, twisting, looking down at Brenda's sensual lips on her nipples again, tugging them, filling them with fire which spread throughout her breasts and then the rest of her body. "I think... I'm going to come too fast."

Brenda grinned up at her, a self-satisfied smirk spreading across her beautiful face. "I'm so glad I have that effect on you," she purred.

Laura nodded. "You do. Please... do it."

Brenda raised her hand, looking at it, watching Laura look at it. Laura nodded.

Without speaking, Brenda slid between Laura's yawning thighs and with her fingers pulled open Laura's wet, swollen pussy lips. Laura's cunt was already oozing and pulsing wildly, and the merest touch of Brenda's fingers on the edges of it made her whimper and gasp.

"Oh yes! Unhhhh! Oh... please!"

Suddenly Brenda had become very solemn and serious, and it occurred to Laura with a flash of insight that she herself was the only one Brenda had ever done this to, and that it appeared to fill her with the same almost ethereal feeling of intimacy that Laura experienced when doing it. Even though she had trained her younger sister Mavis to fist-fuck her for years before either of them met Laura, she had never done it to Mavis. Her hand was a little bigger than either Laura's or Mavis's, and she had not dared until Laura had begged her.

Now, as if she were inserting her fingers into some holy vessel, she stared intently at Laura's pussy and began pushing her hand slowly into it. Laura held her breath and gnawed her lower lip. As usual, Brenda's dark skin aroused her mysteriously, and the sight of the girl's sleek, black forearm between her pale thighs was somehow sexually electrifying. Brenda's hand was bigger than some, but somehow it felt terrific while sliding into her, stretching her, filling her, cramming her, making her breath quicken. Brenda glanced up to catch her eyes, and a hot, crackling current of sexual electricity flowed like a supercharged light beam between them.

Oh Brenda, god, you're making me fall in love with you! Laura thought, though in some part of her mind she knew it was true only in a provisional sense. It was a physical love, not the kind of long-term glow and hot, throbbing need she felt for Dawn, but not any less genuine, a sharp, piercing, thrilling feeling that spread through her body and her mind as Brenda's hand slipped completely, finally, into her body, into her pussy, and she began to vibrate like an incandescent wire.

"Ungghh!" she gagged softly as it finally slipped inside. "Oh... god!"

"Does it hurt?" Brenda asked, her voice hushed, very concerned.

"Oh no. Oh god!"

Frantically, her body quickly filling to the bursting point with liquid fire, Laura realized she was thankful she had spotted the Gibsons leaving, for she knew she was going to be screaming in seconds, and nothing, absolutely nothing, could stop her.

"Oh Brenda!"

Brenda smiled, her eyes filling with love for Laura too, exactly the same kind of feeling Laura herself had been feeling just seconds ago. Laura didn't know how she knew, she just knew it.

Her body pulsed and ran with flame. Breathing heavily, rapidly, she fell back, instinctively thrusting her pelvis up and forward into Brenda's hand, feeling it run even deeper into the wet, clasping furrow of her aching pussy. Brenda cooperated by moving her arm in a steady but forceful movement, pushing her hand deep into Laura's pussy as Laura more and more maniacally ground her cunt down on her wrist, now whooping softly and grimacing in a delirium of shocking sexual hunger.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!"

Suddenly, Laura was coming, without any warning, an overpowering, rupturing jolt wrenching her whole body, followed by a feeling like molten lead flowing through every clenching vein.

"Oh Jesus! AUUNNGGHHAAIIIINNMMGGNNEEEE!" she wailed, her shrieks rising through the room with such piercing intensity that Brenda, concerned, leaned over and pulled a pillow close to Laura's face, gently guiding Laura's head to the side so that her next shriek was muffled by it. "Mmmnngggnnngggiiieee!" Laura screamed into the pillow, her body jerking and flipping, riding Brenda's hand, still embedded deep in her pussy, as wave after wave of an excruciating orgasm wracked her.

It was a debilitating climax that left her limp and weak, moaning and trembling, long after the last faint feathery spasms had died away. And it had been a killer not because Brenda was fisting her especially hard, but because Laura had driven her own cunt down crazily onto Brenda's hand, wildly and maniacally raping herself on it until the world had opened up and swallowed her. It had been a moment of wild sexual abandon intense enough to shock them both as they looked back on it.

When Brenda had removed and cleaned off her hand, she snuggled next to Laura.

"Are you okay?"

Laura sighed and stretched, smiling warmly at her. "I died and came back to life," she whispered, half-hoarse.

"You sure did. I know the feeling." Brenda looked away, embarrassed. "It's why I... can't get you out of my mind. Why I called you."

She stretched out next to Laura, pressing the full length of their naked bodies together, and now they kissed slowly, meaningfully, knowing that the firestorm was behind them and now they could indulge themselves in more patient, slow, and sensual fucking. It was another hour before they tore themselves apart and Laura walked Brenda down to her car.

"You still corrupting my baby sister?" Brenda teased her in their way down in the elevator.

This was an especially pointed tease since both knew that Brenda had been screwing her younger sister for years before either one had met Laura, and on top of that they knew that Mavis had actually seduced Brenda, instead of the other way around. Just as she had also seduced Laura.

"I see her from time to time," Laura said, noncommittally. She gave Brenda a kittenish grin. "I know it looks bad, but I can't really swear who is corrupting whom."

They went out of the foyer onto the sidewalk, walking slowly. It was already past twilight, almost dark, and Laura, as if to seal the wonder of their sexual encounter upstairs, desperately wanted to hold Brenda's hand, and to kiss her impulsively, heatedly, but did not dare here on the street, in public. She could feel Brenda's body almost yearning toward hers, as if Brenda were feeling the same thing.

"I loved it," Laura said, gazing deep into her eyes.

"I did too, Laura. I'm getting so I can't live without it."

At that moment, over Brenda's shoulder, Laura saw a figure lurking by the hedge than ran along the sidewalk, about twenty yards beyond them. Something about the person caught her attention, even though in the semi-darkness she could not tell what. Then she recognized it: the jacket! It was the huge hooded parka that Charise often wore. The girl usually half-disappeared inside of it, and this time was no different. Charise was so black that you could not see her in the darkness, only the jacket.

"Oh!" Laura said, as if startled.

Brenda saw her looking and whipped her own head around. "What? What is it?"

"Oh... I think it's someone I know. Wait here just a second. I'll be right back."

But as soon as Laura began walking toward the figure she was now certain was Charise, Charise turned her back and began slowly to walk away.

"Charise," Laura raised her voice, softly though, trying not to call attention to them, even though there were few people on the streets.

Charise kept walking, not looking back. Oh shit, Laura thought. What am I going to do? I have to see her... I have to stop her. What is she doing here? Is she upset about Brenda and me?

Desperately, she glanced back at Brenda, who was patiently waiting. Quickly, Laura retraced her steps.

"Look... I have to follow her. She's... in trouble."

Brenda raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Trouble?" Then she grinned. "After what we did, I'm surprised you have anything left, Laura. You are one horny little white girl."

Laura shook her head. "It's not that." She tried to look very serious and honest, which at the moment in fact she was. She might want to make love to Charise, her darling Inky, but at this instant she was truly worried about her. "It really isn't. She's pregnant. I think she may need my help."

"Preggo? Well, at least we know you didn't get her in that kind of trouble," Brenda cracked. She leaned forward and pecked Laura on the cheek. "Go after her. Don't let her get away. I'll call you in a few weeks."

"God, I hope so," Laura smiled. "I died."

"Me too," Brenda smiled back, turning toward her car.

Immediately, Laura took off after Charise.

She caught up with her at the intersection, where Charise was waiting obediently for the red light to change.

"Hey there, kiddo..." Laura said, trying to sound chipper, standing with her as if also waiting to cross. "What a surprise. Did you just happen to be in the neighborhood?"

Charise did not look at her but kept staring straight ahead. The light, after a painful silence and a wait that seemed to take forever, finally changed to green, and Charise began to step off the curb. Laura put her hand on the girl's arm to dissuade her.

"Don't go. Please. Come over here and talk to me."

Charise's eyes were glistening with unspilled tears as she turned her face to Laura.

"Oh, Charise! What's the matter? Is it Brenda? She's only a... friend. Really."

Charise sniffled and shook her head. Laura drew her back from the curb, tugging her over near the mailbox on the corner. She put her hand under the girl's chin, forcing her face up, forcing her to meet Laura's eyes.

"I'm so glad to see you!"

Charise smiled, her eyes still jeweled with tears, one of which, as the muscles of her cheeks swept upward in a sheepish grin, suddenly spilled over the edge and rolled, a large, translucent droplet, down her black cheek. Laura brushed it tenderly away with her fingers.

"I know you got friends," Charise said, shyly. "Just... wanted to see you, that's all. I was feeling... oh, I don't know, weird... lonely. I feel pretty weird these days. I never feel that way when I'm with you."

"Oh darling..." Laura took her elbow and steered her back in the opposite direction, toward the apartment house. "You are going to come up with me right now and have a cup of tea. I insist. And I want you to tell me all about it. Is everything okay? I mean, does your mother know where you are? Will she be worried?"

Charise sniffled again as they entered the foyer of Laura's building. "She part of the problem," she said.

Oh god, Laura thought. Here we go. This poor thing! I adore her. Here she is, impregnated by some teenaged Romeo, hectored by her mother, craved and fucked senseless by this white woman, me, just knocked from pillar to post by everyone else's needs.

As they entered her apartment, Laura took a deep breath, confident at least that this time she would escape without guilt. She was thoroughly satiated after her couple of hours in bed with Brenda. God, nothing could top that, she thought. Not even nuzzling this sweet girl's exquisite black pussy. I think I could do without sex now for days.

And at this moment, at least, Charise did not inspire any erotic feelings anyway. She was totally enveloped within the large parka, looking thin and small and shy and insubstantial, her body largely concealed under a floppy sweater and loose brown pants. Indeed, she looked like a fragile, frightened, forlorn little pregnant teenager, Laura realized, glimpsing for the first time the swelling below Charise's waist. Laura remembered the little basketball Jonelle had been carrying around. Charise's was currently more the size of a child's basketball, not full regulation size yet, but on the way.

True, when Laura helped her slip out of the parka she was reminded of the special sexual appeal Charise had always had for her. The hood came down, and Charise's enchanting coal-black bangs became visible, skirting her gleaming black high forehead, bangs that always, for some reason, made a small, deep pulse jump up alive in Laura's cunt. How can you get sexually aroused by bangs? she frequently wondered; but she did, and even though she and Brenda had sexually exhausted one another, she could still feel the familiar little fluttering deep inside her pussy.

Charise was also very black, deeply black-something else that unaccountably always especially aroused Laura-with phenomenally smooth, velvety skin, skin that made you just melt with awe and desire to kiss it, to caress it. She also had a half-adolescent's, half-woman's body that was infinitely alluring to Laura: narrow hips, but a full bottom, slender waist and upper body, but full, opulent woman's breasts.

Now... I'm not going to think that way, Laura told herself, turning her back on the girl and placing both palms flat on the tiled work area beside the kitchen sink, taking a few deep breaths. Brenda and I fucked like two blazing fiends in there for a couple of hours, and I certainly don't need any more screwing. Especially not with this sweet, poor, pregnant girl, who needs my comfort and company. She doesn't need me pawing all over her, and trying to take off her clothes. I love her. I adore her. Love has its responsibilities. Get control of yourself, Laura.

Charise appeared to be patiently waiting for her to get over whatever spell had temporarily stricken her as Laura finally turned back. She smiled her crinkly-nosed pixie smile. She was remarkably... 'un-pretty, ' Laura decided to phrase it, with a flat, large nose and a wide mouth (Laura recalled how ugly Kendra had thought she was), but to Laura she was angelically lovely, especially when she smiled and bright, happy light seemed to stream out of all her pores in your direction.

"You okay?" she asked Laura.

"I... am... wonderful," Laura smiled. "I am so glad to see you."

"I don't like tea much. Got any soda?"

"I'll bet I do."

Laura went to the refrigerator and got out a coke for both of them.

"Are you hungry? I could fix you dinner."

Charise shook her head. "Already ate." Then she grinned mischievously. "You could say I'm hungry... though."

Uh oh, Laura thought, feeling her plans slide. But then Charise frowned and grew immediately glum and depressed, looking down.

"You probably wore yourself out with that... tight-looking girl you were coming out the building with, right?" She looked up innocently. "You do her?"

"No... I didn't do her," Laura lied, almost too quickly. "I don't do everybody, you know. She's a friend. We were talking about her husband. She's married."

"Yeah, right," Charise's eyes sparkled.

"She is. She really is."

"Don't mean you weren't doing her."

Laura changed the subject. They were sitting at her kitchen table, sipping coke from their cans. "Tell me how things have been going... you know, with..."

She gestured with one hand toward Charise's bulging womb. Charise gave her the pixie smile first, then grew impish again.

"Call me 'darling Inky' first. I came all the way here just to hear you call me that. It just makes me so happy... and my life will be all right for a while after I hear you say it."

Laura was seriously moved. She reached across the small table and caressed Charise's impossibly smooth black cheek with the backs of two fingers, a touch of very deep tenderness.

"My darling Inky," she whispered, staring deeply into Charise's eyes, "I adore you and I am so glad to see you. I will say it as many times as you want me to."