They had sex in his car in the parking lot at Walmart on the first day they meet. He said her pussy was the sweetest tasting pussy he had ever eaten. ...hat night we both jerked off to the photo of his new gf standing in that little stream. While we stroked our cocks he told me how they had fucked on the grass next to the stream where he had taken her picture. I loved listening to the details of what she did and what he did and what they did together by that little stream. It was so hot imagining. I had faith in my own abilities, and anyway, I wanted the job. It represented the ticket to remaining in Perryville, close to Kitty.I rolled up my sleeves and went to work. In addition to selling advertising to the merchants, there were scripts to write. It was always on my mind to bring up the subject of her rotten life, but our nightly sexual encounters always took precedence. Kitty was responsible for inventing a new theme for the skits I was working on. We were getting comfortable after a. The motel door creeked open, I felt a rush of cool air as he entered and closed the door behind him. Niger said nothing, I could here the clinks of his belt as he hurriedly undid his buckle. I slid the bottle of lubricant down between my legs anxiously awaiting for what was about to take place. It was nothing special, Niger responded to an online profile I created, gave his stats, showed some papers and I was game. Niger plopped down onto the foot of the bed and laid back, I was totally nude. The noise in the hall is phenomenal; two hundred women, aged eighteen to eighty, all talking at once. Utterly deafening. The quaint Victorian hall is packed; tight rows of chairs run right to the door, every one occupied. The stench of perfume and hairspray is overwhelming and I can smell alcohol – gin, if I’m not mistaken. Naughty girls!I concentrate. Time to prepare. Opening my robe, I grasp my cock and give it a vigorous, encouraging tug. I’m wearing nothing but an apron beneath the robe.