It didn’t take long for Ben to shoot his wad all over the wall underneath the window. He quickly found some tissues and cleaned up and got dressed. ...As Ben walked into the living room, Betty called out, “Ben, could you come here for a second?” “Sure Aunt Betty.” Ben replied. Ben walked outside, and sure enough, Aunt Betty was sitting there naked as the day she was born. “Ben, could you be a doll and rub suntan lotion on me?” Betty asked, looking up from under her sunglasses. “I, uh, um…” Ben. Without stopping he said, “We’re going to play a game. Count your orgasms. I want to see how many I can give you in one day.” “I like the sound of that game,” I said, as he lifted my leg over his shoulder and started to fuck me harder. “Ohhhhh my god. That’s amazing,” I managed to moan out, which only encouraged him more. He went faster and harder. My body started to shake and I grabbed him so I could kiss him again. “Want me to stop?” he asked, just to make sure I was okay. “Don’t you dare.. Especially not music. Each recording he tried to play only made his hands feel emptier, drew more attention to the now-solitary guitar stand in the corner. Time dragged on. The train was nearly empty as the Brown Line glided south. The doors opened on the right at Harold Washington Library – La Salle and Van Buren. The people milled about, chatted, hawked roasted peanuts, hailed cabs, played music, swore. Parker walked north 100 feet, west 100, down 20 feet, and onto the Red Line, which bore. Now I was wondering why I thought that. Maybe it was just a subtle thought from my past. I remember as a teen in high school, the black guys were always hitting on the white girls and I am sure many got what they were after. I was thinking that I had never been so lucky as I chuckled to myself. Oh well, those days are gone forever. One cannot relive the past."What are you guys going to do to pass the week away?" I asked. "Guess we will get our bathing suits on and spray each other with the.