" Perhaps we need to go down to a drug treatment program and see if you get a similar feeling from some other people who are addicts," Angela added.I ...nodded. It was a good idea. Were all people with bad addictions different somehow from other people? Were they all sad and feel cold?Then I thought about the sensation we had felt as we drove through the hollow on the way home. It was a cold empty feeling there. Could it be that there were a group of addicts near there? It was an area that was. Her boyfriend, Mark a very tall dark muscular black man said he had a big surprise for her. She loved his surprises. They were always so hot and sensual. She remembered on when he tired her to the bed and ravished her all night long. Every way he could think of in all her hole. She took every inch and loved it all. He had a very large cock. Not only long but also very thick. She sucked him to orgasm happily many times. She loved making him cum. And always licked him clean. His cum tasted. Not the kind of woman that would turn heads more than once. But having a disarming smile and way about her that just made her average ordinary features suddenly appealing. She wore her hair long, pulled back into a ponytail, medium sized breasts that neither jumped out at you, nor caused you not to notice them either."Thanks," Jack said sitting down."So. You thinking about it?" she asked pointedly."About what?" Jack answered evasively, answering a question with a question. She laughed."Maybe. As Coltrane pours his heart into his version of “My Favorite Things” I hear a knock on the door. I open it to find Alison, a six pack of beer and a heavenly smell emanating from the big box she’s carrying in front of her. “Problem solved, neighbor” she says, “care to share your view with me for a slice or two?” I usher her in with a smile and we make ourselves comfortable, exchanging small talk about the week and other neighbors – a very pleasant surprise for me. After an hour or so, we’ve.