” I smiled, stood up and walked over to the two ladies and reached out and extended my hand to her as Liz slid down her body and began kissing her ...lat tanned belly. “My name is James, but family calls me Jimmy. And you would be…?” “This is Ms. Williams, my guidance counselor from high school. I seduced her about a year ago and showed her that sex can really be fun even if fun with her limp dicked husband isn’t!” Liz smiled at me as Ms. Williams mouth dropped open in horror. Her eyes though. The trampoline man effortlessly small talked. It was mostly shop stuff and establishing each other’s backgrounds. But he’d also drop things into the conversation, like how he’d been watching me, then pause as if he enjoyed leaving the statement hanging, before adding, ‘Because I’m interested in what you do.’ It was faux polite, with an agenda hidden under the asinine shit you offer up when smoking shit with someone you don’t know. He seemed like the sort of guy that needed intellectual. At first it was just a single finger but I asked him to put more into me. Lubing me up more and more he put in 2, 3 then 4 fingers up to his knuckles stretching me wider and wider. It was time for the main event! I groaned and told me to “fuck me now I want your black cock inside me”Checking his was wearing a condom I guided him into me.Even with all the all the lube it was such a tight fit and started to stretch my hole wider and wider and the tip of his cock penetrated me. I let out as gasp. Jones Construction worked on new construction and fixing high end older homes, not anything his apartment building would have anything to do with. He pulled his truck into his space and climbed out, noticing that Mr. Jones himself was in the driver seat of the truck, looking at his phone. He would love to work for that guy. He heard stories that his guys made good money and worked good hours, and he would get into the union if he worked for them. He hadn't lived in town long, and would also be.