Audrey drained the last of the screwdriver and put the glass in the dishwasher just as the doorbell rang. Opening the door she smiled at the social wo...ker and her young companion.“Hi Audrey” Judy greeted her. Without waiting for an invitation she stepped through the front door towing the slightly built black youth behind her. “Missus Cummings this is Tyrone. He needs a safe place to stay for a while.”Audrey’s first reaction was that the boy looked younger than thirteen. He was quite small, at. (Lynda) He usually gets paid for his stuff.(ninja660) nanomage, did you ever read "The Morphodite"?(nanomage) I have indeed ninja.(ninja660) I didn't think anyone remembered that book.(Jean_Rea) any one read "Crygender"?(nanomage) Jean, I read it, but was not impressed with it.(Regal) I did too, Jean.(DanielSan59) Me too.(Tess) I read it too, Jean. Not too bad, not too good.(Roy) So, where's the guest of honor?(Lorna) His no-show was a big letdown last time, but we had a good long chat anyway!. It was hot, black and with a little bit of honey inside to make it nice and sweet.Actually, it was taking the opportunity to count my stash of cash inside the cookie jar that was all the tips I had received acting as a substitute babysitter for my daughter. She was coming down with a series of bad colds lately and I used the time to mark my student’s papers if my charge was asleep in bed. In most cases that was exactly the situation and I was beginning to think babysitting was the easiest job. I feel the big mushroom- beautifully sculpted- head, wet and slippery, rubbing against my tiny, tender and virgin (well, small butt-plugs and few fingers- not necessarily my own fingers- don't count) asshole. His hand on my shoulder, the other holding me by the waist. His hand slips and rubs my ass cheek. It quickly, yet tenderly, runs through my ass crack. I can feel his finger slipping into my asshole, only for a split of a second. It reminds me of how empty I feel. I feel something should be.