From somewhere out there, Gaynor had sat, typed and sent me two messages. Something had prompted her to get in touch after all these years. Surely it ...wasn’t just because I looked ill on my Facebook picture. Anyway, in the first place, why would she be looking for me on Facebook? I put on my spectacles, pulled the keyboard towards me and started to type in the reply box: Hi again, glad you find latest pic not too scary. I never did take a good photo but you, on the other hand, always did. I take. I stripped withing seconds knowing what was coming i was so excited. As i looked back over my shoulder he has stripped also and was just removing his socks. That was when i first saw his whole body, he was so sexy, slim, smooth and dark. His cock was rock hard sticking straight out slightly dropping at the end due to its size it was a good 11 inches thick and wet, below hung two tight big balls looking full. i smiled. He said "you like what you see? As do i, as do i. Its been so long since iv. On friday night just chilling infront of netflix when suddenly my light went off tv and allthe backyard door slammed open ''who is this?''''its daddy and his friend''''what the fuck?''''get him''and i endup fighting the 4 hands on my couch trying to get my cloth ripped offuntil they succededass slapped doddy , hold by them calling me a white boy slut ''stop stop i dont know you''i bright flashlight on my face , naked as a worm , not seing them blinded by the light''there we brought you proper. He asked if I would climb under his bed and pull out his fancy leather shoes because his back was hurting.He had a business meeting that day so his attire had changed from his normal uniform. I was impressed that a man in his 30's could look as ripped as he did. I smiled and said I could get under his bed. Mind you, I was wearing a dress... a short one. My first mistake. I tried my best to keep my dress down, but failed miserably as I felt the cool air touch my butt cheeks. I spotted one of his.