So she said we could go to her house which was a couple streets away. I asked her if she was married she said yeah her husband and k**s are in utha an...d that they are uthards. aka utha retards. I was like ok. we went up to the bedroom she went to clean herself up in the bathroom. when she came out in her red underwear she took my cock in her hands and stroked me until i was har. then she tried to put on the condom and complemented me on my size. the condom hardly fit. She started to suck me for. I lined my hard cock up against her love hole and rammed into her hard. She lunged forward almost collapsing onto the mattress below us from the force of my thrust. Becky then began to rock back and forth fucking herself on my prick. Fuck she had such a hot ass on her. She had just enough meat on her ass that it rippled perfectly with each thrust of my cock. I grabbed her long hair and yanked her head back telling what a cock whore she was. I slapped each ass cheek over and over until they. I hope he still thinks so. I brushed my teeth and gargled about 20 times to get the butterscotch phlegm out of my throat. I put my new brown wig on, puffed up my curls, and dressed for a night on the town. Then I went downstairs, caught a cab, and was home by six-thirty. Tom was there to pick me up at seven on the nose.He looked great. His detective clothes are nice and not sloppy like some detectives I know—you know, sports coat, chinos, and open collared shirt—but when he puts his casual. I had arrived to the upper level, now I really wish I had shaved. Paulie just looked befuddled at my sudden question. A vision and smell of beauty greeted us as his wife Kimiko skipped to the opening door. She was five feet eight inches of radiant sex. Her black hair was cut at a slight angle, shoulder length, her round face wore a beaming smile, that was until she saw me. Then she looked confused and pissed.“Paulie, you said nothing about a guest! I would have dressed better to receive.