Night came. I went to her house. Okay, I forgot to mention that she used to live alone. She was wearing a tight gown. Trust me, she was looking hot as...damn. I couldn’t stop imagining of fucker her. Not anymore. My tool became hard on seeing her. She told me to sit on the sofa and watch TV. I did so. But the lights went off. She switched on the inverter but the TV was not connected to it. She bought two cups of coffee for us.Here the game begin…She said, ‘Are not you getting bored? Or you don’t. That’s his deal. He started young, at just fifteen, when he raped his own mother and sister ... and it just got worse after he got out of prison the first time. Of course, when he was in the joint, he was the one who got raped, and he went out of his way to retaliate once he had the chance. His rapists were tracked down and murdered, especially since he took over this area.“His gang have a marked tendency to torture, mutilate, and kill the male victims while raping any girls or women in their. Hell, Wile E. Coyote made much more sense - and there was little to no speech in there or sense what so ever." Ain't that the truth." She began to laugh a little."What do you mean?" Oh nothing. It's just that the next generation will likely think the same and so fourth. Just like how people used to think that saying "Pants" on TV was too sexual a reference in your grandfather's time." She began grinning. And then something familiar hit me, a line I keep registering when handling her speech. -. When he was done I sat up and gently removed my finger from his ass. While he stared at me with an expression that was almost love on his face I sucked my finger clean. Then I leaned forward and kissed his cock and thanked him.He looked at me in disbelief but I could have sworn that his eyes were moist. He slowly shook his head and asked, "What are you thanking me for?!" For letting me try. And for trusting me enough to relax and let it happen. I'm honored that I was able to bring you so much.