1090 Page Street was no longer a free-fuck zone. I intermittently nailed MariLyn, or a cartoonist’s girlfriend, or some of the old doper/wino gals I...had known before, but I had nothing regular or even stupendously exciting, usually. I sure was not ready to cruise for guys. Little blonde MariLyn and I were off-and-on and not yet divorced. We did not really like each other much any more, but we sort of needed each other, were used to each other, shared a history — co-dependent? In one of our ‘on’. ’ Then his expression changed to anger, ‘if that asshole boyfriend has done something, so help me I’ll…’ His thoughts were interrupted by the ring of his cell phone. Without looking, he answered in an unusually rough voice. ‘HELLO.’ ‘Christian, is that you?’ came the female voice from the other end. ‘Sis…where have you been? I’ve been really worried. What’s wrong? Are you ok?’ his voice lightened and so did his heart. ‘Slow down, I’m ok. Sorry I missed our phone night. I’m actually on my over. The cane swung up between her legs. He had aimed, and hit with precision, for her left outer labia. This made her jump slightly. She almost lost her balance. She counted to 5."9". The cane swung up again. Right labia this time. She controlled her balance."8". The cane hit her right between her inner labia. The pain and pleasure from her clitoris was almost beyond belief. Oh gggoooddd I'm going to cum. NO her mind willed. She counted to 5 that helped her control the wave."7". Between her cheeks.. This beauty was insane with lust. The dirty talker craved my cock. I could hear the hunger in her voice as she moaned, “Ohmigod, don't stop, don’t stop.” Her moaning made my semi-flaccid cock throb. "Keep going. Fuck me, please,” she pled, so I kept moving. As my hardening cock worked its way in and out of her sizzling pussy, I could feel her working her vaginal muscles, gripping my cock tighter and tighter, like opening and closing her hand."You want me?" I grunted against her neck, biting.