Peg just shrugged and smiled. "Okay. Let's go. Next stop, the Jiggly Room!" The erstwhile men marched out the door.Peg settled back into the couch.... It was nearly time for Oprah again. On a different channel. As she leaned forward to watch her precious Oprah, she was interrupted by screams and moans of passion from upstairs. Peg frowned. "Would you hold it down, Al? Oprah is on!"********************************Peg sat on the couch, despondent. Even Oprah wasn't cheering her up lately.. She did not have a car, and appreciated my acting as a taxi driver. I would also take her home, to visit her mom and little sister. I would get hostile looks from other people in her neighborhood, but seeing her, nobody would give me any problems.One thing I noticed was the gang tattoos on her hands. Apparently, she was one of the local "homegirls", so would be left alone if she showed up with a white guy. Her mom liked me, and I always treated her mom and sister with courtesy.One night, I had. “Chance would be a fine thing. This is business, purely.” Nothing pure about it of course.She threw a towel on the bed surface, selected Nine Inch Nails on her stereo and lay back wearing only a tee-shirt, touching herself. The great item stood, already lubed, on her night-stand. When she was similarly slick, she took it in her fist and spent several aching minutes making the slow, grand insertion. Goddamn, he’s so not for lightweights. By the time his call came through on her tablet she was. ..” Let me tell you about the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Specifically not ramming my swollen pulsing cock all the way through to her carpet! I still cannot believe I did as I was told, but I entered her pussy lips like I was pulling on a pair of silk gloves. Slowly, enjoying every inch of mounting pleasures reserved for only the first penetration of a woman who really needs you to fuck her. I fully entered her and except for a little uncontrollable twitching, lay within the.