B’sides, a few times, I nearly got runned over with people not payin’ attention and not seein’ me and Earth Day sittin’ there in the street in...front of Harley’s General Store, which is another reason why Harley built me this here ramp. Not to mention, he was tired of lugging my chair up the steps, ev’ry time I wanted to go in his store to buy whatever I was needin’ and haulin’ me down the steps, when I was fixin’ to go home. ‘Hey, Harley, can you give me a lift up them steps?’ Harley ain’t as. His greeting stated, “Older dominant nigga lookin’ to fuck a phat booty faggit. I’m six-three and two-hundred-pounds. Eight inches of dick. Dark-skinned. Hit daddy up.”He browsed the messages for about five minutes before he got private one from Mouse. The soft voice said, “You can fuck my faggot ass, Daddy! I’m five-ten and weigh about one-seventy. I have a 48-inch ass, with a 32 waist. I’m brown-skinned. Horny and live alone.”Duval got hard instantly. He pressed the button to speak live with. I slowly pushed in and gently started pumping her doggy style. She buried her head in the paper sections.Her moaning became louder. Suddenly she withdrew, pushing me on my back, my cock sticking straight up. Newspaper all around me. She mounted me and rode me hard. Her orgasm was intense. I grabbed newspaper sections and pressed them against my face. Tina released me, reached for the front page, wrapped it around my aching cock and jerked. I shot my load all over the front page. She pushed it. ”“Hi, Irving,” said LaShaun and Eliza simultaneously.“I’m still letting go of my dog—”“Oh, not your dog again,” sighed the hooded African-American man down the line.“Now Jerome, you just wait your turn. Let Irving share, and we’ll get to you in a minute.”“But he’s in denial,” said Jerome. “I mean, I’ve heard of a man’s best friend before, but Irving’s dog takes the cake.”“Jerome—wait your turn. Please, go ahead.”“Well, I just miss my dog,” said Irving. “I don’t think I have a problem with.