It wasn't his first but he hadn't drunk enough to hinder his performance because I could tell that under his sweat pants he had a full erection. He no...ticed me looking at his bulge and motioned for me to sit down next to him, so I did.He slipped his hand into his pants and pushed them down over his cock. It bounced up, long and hard along with his big balls. I was already horny because my girlfriend, Melissa, was kissing me before getting out of the car at her house. So when I was staring at his. I wanted it; I was going to have it."So do you want to go to your place or mine?" I whispered softly.We moved through the crowd and I got sympathetic looks from all the other black cock bitches there…After ten minutes driving his car, Nick finally got me to his place.Once inside, Nick poured us two glasses of Irish whisky. I giggled as I saw it was the same brand that my loved Victor used to drink.But after sipping just a bit our drinks, he led me to his bedroom; saying I would have time for a. I had, briefly, when I'd been a little younger but I hadn't since then---until I decided one day, on impulse, to buy a cheap dildo/vibrator at a local adult bookstore. I admit that the experience of buying it was a little nerve-wracking, though. It was my luck that the person working behind the counter that day was a cute girl about my age; and I almost decided against going through with buying it, but I dared myself to do it anyway, and as I walked up and put the blister-pack wrapped. How do you know what my stories are like if you’ve never heard one?”Herb’s wife frowned. That shut her up, Herb thought. “Won’t you have a cookie?” said the Brookwood woman. “They’re snickderdoodles. Willie’s favorite.” She pushed the plate forward again, but Herb’s wife looked at it like it was a plate full of dead mice. “We’re sorry to bother you, ma‘am,” Herb said, standing up with hat in hand. “Please call me Nancy,” she said again, walking them to the door. “I understand why you’re so.