Better Zen then plastered against the wall He plopped his black trenchcoat on, put his Metallica reload CD in his CD player .flipped on his sunglass...es and velvet gloves.. he looked at the time 10:30 am.. he had some time yet.He laced up his doc martens and was gone.The Old man was having a busy day. he sold a woman a enchanted strap on vibrator which turns her into a man and her husband into a woman.. funny how whenever some one gets something like that they always want the most unrealistic. But I know she does. She always wants to. I wish she'd cover up. Everyone is looking at her. Why doesn't she grow hair down there? I've never seen her shave. None of the goddesses I've seen have any hair on them at all except on their heads.'She still watched him. The expression on her face had changed like she was trying not to laugh about something as she waited for him to join her. Gathering up his nerve, he pushed away from his seat and floated dizzyingly upward, jerking his arms and legs. The way she moved only strengthened the image.The sound of the screen door sliding back distracted me. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched Rory step out. Barefoot, wearing a thin cotton pajama top and loose pajama shorts, she walked over, sat in the wrought iron chair next to me, and propped her feet up on another chair without saying a word, her bronzed legs bare.Silence.I waited.“Sorry,” she finally said.“For what?”“For being a party pooper.”“They couldn’t tell,” I assured her.She turned to. She restarted to moan but more intensely. I removed her top and bra. Still lying next to her, I started to kiss her tits and nipples. At the same time, I slipped my hand under her bottom and I had my fingers in her thong. She was soaked. Her body was hot and she arched in all directions. As she tried to swallow it my fingers inside her. I fingered her for a few minutes before I straighten myself to finish undressing her. She has small breasts and beautiful round black ass. An ass, that you.