I would come over her house about once a week when her daughter wasn't home. I guess she felt guilty! One time in particular I came over and we did so...e heavy petting in her living room again. She told me she wanted me in her ass, but had to lube up good because I might hurt her. She got some KY from her room and bent over her coffee table. She rubbed it good on her ass and asked me to fuck her. I got behind her and eased my cock in. From time to time she asked me to stop because it hurt her.. He was a large man, i couldnt tell how tall because he was sitting down but he was wide with salt and pepper hair and dark black skin. he looked up at me over his glasses and looked me up and down before mumbling"jeans to a business dinner, thats a new one- sit down"i stammered and went to introduce myself and he looked at me again and said "yes i know who you are i invited you didnt i?"i felt stupid he started laughing- "im just k**ding with you boy, you northerners are so uptight i like to. The hallway smelled of urine and empty Cup-A-Soup containers. She walked along the hall and passed an open door in which an undernourished girl, who looked no older than she needed to, lounged on a stained mattress on a small bed, clacking a wad of gum loudly. And repeatedly. She had an iPod on her belly and was idly working through a well-thumbed book.The beautiful woman slowly walked to Room 29 and after hesitating to gather her courage, she opened the door with the old-fashioned key given. I just…”“Jesus christ, Mom! I’m weaponized right now!”And she couldn’t even bother to not giggle at that.“No kidding, mister. You’ve been that way for days now if not a week or more.”I shot right back at her.“No shit, Sherlock! I’m nineteen!!”She giggled again, despite her attempts to calm me.“I know. That’s what I’m saying. Go up there and take care of it. I’m not gonna sue you for slander.” Which is what she does for a living, by the way. Relatively small firm.“I CAN’T!!” I yelled back. Well.