.." Why, don't you like it, I shaved my face and supposed you would like that part shaved too, its clean"Her breath felt incredible as she rubbed her ...face in my bald pubis; she was now lying at my side her head to my feet and her feet beside my face, Mom looked lustily at my rapidly rock hardening cock which she slowly and lovingly was stroking. I clawed the sheets as Mom showed me that despite a lack of practice, she did know how to suck her son's cock."I wasn't a good cocksucker when I was. When I arrived at the elevator and pressed the button, he took up station next to me. By now, his eyes were literally boring into me. After we entered the elevator once it had arrived, he asked, “What floor are you on?”“Fourth,” I answered.I then watched as his thick icky index finger pressed the buttons for the fourth and fifth floors.As the elevator began to move upward, he looked at me and asked, “So, are you a boy or a girl?”From the smirk on his face, I could see that his rhetorical. And started to feel it. I was on 7th heaven. Then I removed my shirt and hugged her. I felt her soft boobs on my bare chest. She started to kiss my neck. It was pleasure. Then I lifter her saari. And grabbed her white thighs. I was pressing them. Then I advanced. And put my finger in her pussy. It was already wet. She mourned a bit. AhhhhThen she removed my jeans and saw my tool.She “wow bhaiya, apka toh bohot bada hai. Mere pati se bhi jyada bada”Me”toh kutti ddekh kya rahi hai chus use.”Then. . unusual. His black coat matched his hair and shoes. Carl always wore a black toupee. Diner patrons referred to Carl’s toupee as, “Hair by Monsanto.” Others mumbled that Carl’s hair had more petroleum than most oil cans.Carl thought his black shoes rendered him invisible. Invisible meant safe and Carl lived for safety. The owner of a serious case of agoraphobia, Carl rarely ventured out and when he did, it was almost always to a place he felt safe.Last Chance was one place Carl felt he could.