Not care, walk away.” Or even better, just, “Pink or black?” That isn't even a question.Once that was all over you had to fill out a paper descr...bing in great detail your dream new self, or simply marking the box, same as now, plus the, “Would you change anything?” Question. Finally they put that all in a little plastic box and said they would call you if any more was needed and send you updates every year on their progress.Six months later they company went bankrupt and became a funny joke.10. A quick fumble in my trousers lay at the side of the car and I have what I was looking for. I slide the condom on as I move back around to the other side of the car. Hooking your legs over the passenger seat and the parcel shelf I use my saliva soaked hands to wet down the condom before placing it at the entrance to your waiting arse. There is resistance as I push in, your arse is fighting me. A little more saliva, a little more pressure and a distracting pull on your cock do the trick. It. He let me do that as I poured lube down is big black shaft and stroked his cock a few times.Then I got up on the couch on my knees and stuck out my ass for him, reaching back to hold myself open, looking back to see him gazing down between my cheeks, cock in hand, poised and ready."I'm all yours," I said as he knelt behind me, wedging his hard pre-lubed, smooth black knob against my greased sphincter. And then he just started pushing..."Go slow," I said, knowing I hadn't been fucked in weeks. I looked at Amber and said, "I will pick him up from behind, just grab his legs and help me get him on the bed."The old guy was only about 170lbs so it wasn't that hard with the help of Amber, even though I was carrying the majority of the weight. She basically wrapped both his legs around her waist area and was holding one leg in each hand while facing him. I then noticed the dirty old bastard was cupping her breasts with both of his hands, wow. Amber wasn't saying a thing, just struggling to.