I reached for my straining cock and gave it a few nice tugs. You stood there at a full length mirror, brushing your hair, primping a bit, before disap...pearing into the bathroom. I moved around the corner of the house like a stalker, from one window to the next. The light from your bathroom signaled to come closer. I obeyed. It was a large garden bath window, like five foot square. To top it off, there were no curtains, shades or etched glass to hide you. I stood back from the window as you. ” “It’s all good.” “What all you gotta do to get ready?” “I just need to douche and shower. Is that okay?” “Hell yeah! Get that booty hole good and clean for a nigga!” “Of course, daddy!” “You ain’t got no nigga,” asked Kon. “I’m single right now,” answered the casino worker. “I might need tah wife you up, faggot!” “Oh really? Don’t you have a chick?” “What she got tah do wit us, bitch?” “Nothing I don’t guess.” “When tha last time you got some dick,” the baritone voice inquired. “Two days. When I was there I was talking to my friend and she said that she had the place to her self except her step dad was there. (Her real dad is hispanic but her mom is white. her mom then married i white man later and my friend sandra now has a white stepdad and white mom). Her mom had left out of town to visit family. Her step dad is pretty kool and he let her have a kick back as long as he can drink for free lol. So when I showed up I said hi to him “Hi Mr. Thompson” he was an a whiteman in his. "She stomped her foot and tossed back a glare and stuck out her tongue. He turned her chin back to the phone and she went back to typing.Roger ran his free palm over her generous mounds and cupped the right one, enjoying the feel of the silk fabric against his fingers. He nuzzled her neck and used his tongue to trace the curve of her ear, glad that she'd taken the massive piles of blonde curls and corralled them into a ponytail.A sigh escaped Joyce and she stopped typing long enough to pull her.