"Need to be anywhere soon?"I shake my head. There's no place to sit, but I don't care. Just being near him is the best anesthetic for these cuts and s...crapes. "Zan-dahh! You have a call." A cigarette roughened bark rips the air, traceable to the septuagenarian secretary leaning from her office door. Clad in floor-to-ceiling khaki, she brays in the region's nasal drawl, "It's Dahh-see."Adonis' studiousness relaxes into a smile that lights the world. My knees deteriorate from tenderized to. The house was dark and damp, it smelt old, cluttered and a tad on the dirty side.He was alone, widowed for some thirty years he said, and lived a life of frugality and sexual obsession.'You cant be frugal if you purchase a machine like that, then give it away', I challenged, completely unabashed to talk about something to do with me sexually pleasuring myself with.The way he looked at me I sensed the lust he felt, a woman half his age, taller and statuesque, beautiful and sexy, here in his. "Now wise-ass, I ain't got no pussy to fuck, unless you want to share this hot one."He came to me and felt my ass and said, "Fuckin' nice! She'll do."I didn't know what to do. I was all worked up over Chet but now had an opportunity to fulfill a long-time fantasy of two black men using me. Chet asked, "You interested, Stevie?" The beach coat coming off, with no bikini beneath it, did draw a response from Sal."Motherfuck! Where did you find this one?"I had just signed up for two black men to use. . of the muscle in her upper arm. She could feel the strength she now possessed. She lifted up one end of the couch with no more effort than when she had carried her duffle bag from the gym that morning. Some of her purses weighed more, she chuckled to herself. She walked over to the body she had worn a few minutes earlier and picked James up in her arms. Was her rear end really that big? She wondered as one hand grasped a good handful of female flesh. "PUT ME DOWN!" James cried out, barely.