As his tall tale continued, he noticed that Tracy seemed to be sympathetic. She was buying it!"Oh, poor Mr. Goodson! That sounds horrible! You poor, p...oor man." Tracy was standing now as he continued to lay in the tub. She looked at the center of the water where his erection was becoming visible through the soap. She felt uncomfortable at the thought of touching another man's penis. Even for a poor, old, feeble black man, it was still a penis and it wasn't her husband's...no, it certainly wasn't. ‘Here,’ he said and reached for my hand ‘let’s go to the lunch room, there are more comfortable chairs in there.’ I willingly let myself be pulled from the chair I was sitting on. Those chairs really were uncomfortable, perhaps they had to be to make sure people didn’t fall asleep through all of the relaxation and meditation classes? We walked down a short passageway into a small but colorful and inviting room, Josh still holding my hand securely in his. His hand was warm and strong, sort of. I could see his cock bulge and was sure i was ready. I walked in his house. It was like any other nice home (not sure what i expected). I remember two pictures by the wall, one of a slightly younger jim, and someone i assumed was his father, both wearing naval officers uniforms. don’t know why but i found that kinda sexy. ???? I then followed him up the stairs into the master bedroom, where i stood in front of him for a minute, not sure what to do. He had a warm, comforting smile as he said,. "Some of us. Those who can't run away."Daium followed Justin into his cabin. He wasn't surprised. The last few nights, they'd kissed, cuddled, talked. Well, made noises at each other. What communication there was mostly consisted of the non-verbal type. The best kind, Justin had come to discover. Closing the door behind her, Daium dimmed the lights."Listen to music, Justin?" Sure." Going over to the iPod plugged into the wall, he scrolled through the options. He was so happy he'd splurged on.