John had five crisp 20 pound notes in his wallet that he’d got from the cash machine at the corner shop. He felt weak legged off the joint and paran...oid. John had smoked it to take the edge off his nervousness and he enjoyed being sucked off stoned but it had accentuated the anxiety he felt because of the familiarity of the area and its close proximity to his home. Some teenagers were walking towards the flats, passing a cigarette and a can of lager between themselves. He was feeling genuine. “Yeah, boi! Take this cock,” barked the man.He thrust his 7-inch-by-6.75-inch dick into the raven-haired emo boi with the wispy haircut.The sissy cried out, “Oh my god! I always wanted this!”“It’s yours now,” he huffed as he plowed.The man wondered how he got here in this small aparment fucking a dude. He was straight. Always had been. Damn. He kept thrusting. “Yes, sir! Fuck me, daddy!”The answer would be evident to anyone watching at the bar.“Oh my god,” the bartender had beamed. “Mr.. Dinner in about 15 minutes."I felt like Ward Cleaver on Leave It To Beaver as I brought my things to our bedroom and came to sit on the sofa with Missy. She barely removed her eyes from the screen, but snuggled up beside me. She began to give me details as I watched the fairy themed cartoon show."That's the bad fairy, ... and she's the good one trying make her change. She's my favorite." She said, her eyes never leaving the screen.It was 5 until 6 so I knew the story would resolve soon, so I. She is anabsolutely beautiful black woman, with skin the color of coffee withjust a touch of cream. Her hair is in a tight bun at the back of herhair, so that her high, smooth forehead is exposed to her advantage.Everything about her spells success. Her suit, a stylishly tight blackset, is obviously tailor made and both her black stilettos and herhandbag looks like they have cost a fortune. Joe has also noticed thatthe only other car in this part of the basement is the newest Porschemodel, top.