There was nothing else, just this black skinned man worshiping her pale skinned body, no home, no Ian, no family, no fantasy, no world …just them so...mehow doing this for real. They shed the last piece of lace, she had no idea when or how, they fell backwards across the bed, her legs opening though not by her command, and she was welcoming into her body this black invader, …he was thicker than Ian…her brain registered Ian…and with a quick glance she saw him in the chair tool in hand, his face. He fucked me telling me how much he loved fucking married men, that he loved fucking men who had had plenty of cum shot up them during their life and that he was going to join them shooting his cum up me. He had me in a sexual frenzy but I could tell he was worked up to a massive cum and he suddenly exploded into me. He thrust harder and faster than ever and then his little cock erupted firing loads of cum up into me as I squealed with delight. I just loved the feeling of a stranger getting. Although he was disgusted by watching a 58year old man masterbate he knew he'd have fun with the footage. Which hedid first using video of him just sat in a chair being normal happyWayne then swapping footage of him taken same day masterbating to hisgirl friends, and doing it in front of gay men too. It was fun but soonthe real Wayne left room in shame.Bob continued his activities to someone in room asked, if one of thewomen in the room was a transvestite.It was a few months later Bob's granny. Amy saw me frown. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Nothing, you just look uncomfortable sitting that way.’ ‘Oh,’ she slid off the arm and landed on the cushion with a light bounce. Then she tucked her legs under her baggy skirt and grinned again. ‘Better?’ ‘Much, go on.’ She took a big breath and looked at me. That was it, I thought, that was what was different. Amy looked happy. ‘I took your advice. I talked with Miriam,’ she leaned towards me a little. ‘Oh Charlie, she’s wonderful. She told me, she thinks.