" I'm susan and don't worry about it, just try and warm up." What are you doing out here in just a t shirt?" Susan asks."I lost my job a few months ag... and these clothes are all I have left. Every night I sleep at the shelter and every day I walk the streets." What happened?" Well, I don't really like to talk about it. I guess my medical problems are to blame, I was born with sickle cell anemia and have suffered my whole life because it." I'm so sorry to hear that, I didn't mean to pry into. “You listened...” She kissed his cheek. “ ... you paid attention ... gave me what I needed.”“It was good for me, too,” he said softly. Her legs twitched against his and she again fell sleep.She drowsed for an hour and then stirred. “What time is it?” she asked.“Ten thirty.”“Did you sleep more?”Martin shook his head. “No. I was enjoying the view.”“I must’ve needed it.”“You must’ve needed something else.”“That, too. It all felt really good, Martin.”“At thirty-four, you’re probably right at your. She then turns her back to me and leans forward to grab the hand rail and she spreads her legs and props up her sweet big ass. I pour her more champagne and then I finish another glass immediately. While she's leaning forward and swaying her ass from side to side I'm taking off my pants. The sky is almost dark but light enough for passing cars to see. We put on one hell of a show: I was now on my knees with my face between her globes of quivering flesh and caressing her big natural D's. She was. “Ehm.” Melany looked up at Lamar who also breathed heavily. “Lamar, would you mind if I talked to my little brother?” “Nah it’s okay, I could use something to drink anyway,” Lamar told her as he pulled out of her. “Oh, I could get you something.” John was quick to ask. “What would you like, beer, water?” John put his camera down as he looked over at Lamar who laid down on his back. “A cold one,” Lamar told him as John nodded. John’s small penis slightly jutted up and down as he walked out of.