Whenever I saw him he wore tight fitting jeans and t-shirt. I often saw a bunch of boys around his house. Across the road was also a hot looking black... man maybe in his thirties with a bunch of teen age black boys around. The boys looked like football players. As the next door neighbors black boys looked more like basketball players. Paul wasnt a racist but I dont think he liked the men very much. He often told me those men should be dressed in less revealing clothing. I noticed neither men ever. "I was sitting on the couch watching the evening news and seething about the management bastards that had cost me my job. I heard the phone ringing, looked down at my watch and knew that it was Lola's mother calling; she called almost every night and right around this time. With the bad news that day I certainly didn't want to talk with Marion so I went down the hall and into the bathroom to hide. When I thought it was safe to venture out again I opened the door a bit and listened carefully. I. Tom placed his hands on Renae's shoulders and forced her down to her knees. As she drew closer to his cock, she began to worry that she might choke. Her lips touched the head of his prick and he shoved it in as far as he could go as he grabbed Renae by the back of the head. As Renae began to gag, Tom slowly pulled a little out before ramming it back in. Tom started to fuck her face until she was pinned against the door. The door made an eerie creek with every pump Tom made. Renae wiped some. I lay bent across the hard wooden desk, my bare ass high my long legs wide open and my cunt throbbing in anticipation, my crinkly pale pink butt-hole, winking at his cock as it touched it, with the lightest of initial contact, like a heat seeking missile it pressed home, pushing hard against the unyielding entrance, 'Your asshole is stretching', he said, and I could visualise those little soft skin crinkles, being pushed smooth, and I reached back and grabbed my bum cheeks, pulling them apart,.