. ?”“No.”“Kids?”“We don’t get along. They’d visit their mom and we’d visit them, for her mostly, but she’s not here anymore.”“...orry.”“I don’t know how they got that way. They’re both stuck up snobs and their wives and kids are worse. Neither their mother or me are. Or were. Just a couple of apartment supers, even if I owned the place. No, I’ll be fine. Me and Mouse. That’s my gray calico. She’s mellow as can be. But a damn good mouser. I gotta look after her.”“My kids always want a cat,” said. My arms went weak and I collapsed onto your back just as you reached yet another orgasm!Several hours later we were sitting at the beach bar, sipping our drinks and listening to the entertainer sing sweet Caroline for the umpteenth time when I just had to ask."Did you really mean what you said earlier?" I said"Yes, big time!" you replied, "I've always thought about it but never had the chance" You added.I felt my cock twitch in my shorts before nearly doubling in size! My imagination going. About 30 minutes passed and I was still with this georgeous black woman. The music had changed from trance music to some hip hop music. The type of songs that talk about twerking and grinding. Which I personally now like because it influenced my black, blue dressed woman to grind on my crotch even harder. I was on the vierge of cumming when some other person came beside me and tried to forcefully push me off her. .. At first I thought it was her boyfriend. So I thought to myself alright I'm . "Where's my kiss?"Although it had been a while since Susan had stayed with me, giving her the usual hug and kiss that always welcomed her visits still seemed natural. Was it my already better mood or was there a bit more into that kiss than normal. I was almost certain that it was longer then ever before.In my little terraced house, the front door opened directly into the living room. Susan looked around and spotted the wine."Just in time I see." She joked. "Though white would have been.