The door let into the functional half of the basement. The washer and dryer and utility sink, some shelves and stuff for storage. To the left, past th... storage, was another doorway that led to Dad's workshop, with all his cool tools, and always the smell of sawdust because he was too lazy to sweep. There was a door proper to that area, but it wouldn't stay closed. Dad had subdivided the basement himself, and done a great job with the walls, but he wasn't very good at hanging doors.So even. " Fine -- I'll have that."I nursed my glass of water. Soon enough Paula returned carrying a tray. She set my dinner before me. "What time are you off?" I asked."Ten." Would you like to go somewhere for a drink? I can meet you here at ten." I've stopped drinking," she replied."You? First I find you waiting tables and now you tell me you've stopped drinking." I learned I can't moderate it. I can stop drinking altogether but I can't drink in moderation." We'll go for a milkshake, then." I'd enjoy. Staring Maurice square in the eyes, I simply mumbled, “suck my dick”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred look, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command. “You want that jersey ? Suck my dick”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me. “CRAWL you black son-of-a-bitch”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at Mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with. As I closed in behind her I could tell she was close shaking and panting daddy dont stop, ahh shit daddy that feels good. I brought my thick black cock up to her pussy, sliding the cut head over her clit want this dick back in your pussy slut hmm? Oh fuck daddy Im gonna cum, ahh make me cum again I started slapping my cock against her juicy slit, the sound of it making me leak more precum as the head crushed and bounced over her clit. Her whole ass was covered in our juices now and as I.