My Ted.First, he is black. Well, actually a lovely shade of dark chocolate. I think it might must be true. Once you’ve gone black, there’s no goin...g back.But not that fake street black talk that so many black guys seem to think makes them sound cooler. It doesn’t. Guys who talk like that make me want to vomit. Ted agrees with me. He has the highly educated conversational skills of a Barrack Obama. And the sweet, genuine, gentle caring and courtesy of an Obama, too.And then there’s Ted’s deep. I could lean over on top his lap, put his cock in my lips and it was comfortable for us both. No bucket seats to fuck with.As I put my hand around his now ridged bone, I noticed that he had some body tremors. He was shaking and moving slightly as I did a slow hand job on him. He answered the question before I asked. He had Parkinsons in it's early stages and not to be scared by it...it was not catch able. I knew that, and I really didn't care because the hot cock I was jacking was not bobbing. She even seemed to be limping less although it might have been my imagination. Lunch time came and I was exhausted. We stopped and I went around and found some more edibles for myself while Jennie worked up her protein shake. She seemed eager to get going with it. I came back in time to see her sucking down another load of cum except this time she had her hand down her pants rubbing herself off. She was moaning like crazy while she was draining the horse cock. When she was done she came over to. Jenny said boys liked to look at pictures of naked women or something when they "jerked off", as she had called it. She remembered them laughing then, when Jenny said girls must be "jerking out" when they did it.'If Jimmy has pictures of naked women, where would they be in this mess?' she wondered. She stepped over a dirty plate and bowl sitting on the floor and poked into the open drawers. Not there. She closed them and opened each drawer separately. She ran her hands under the clothes, making.