‘I know it’s supposed to be bad taste to ask a lady her age, but how old are you now?’ ‘Old enough,’ Marya replied, flashing me a knowing gr...n. What did her smile mean? Could it possibly mean what it looked like, an invitation? No, it couldn’t be. Marya was just a kid, younger than my daughter. ‘Well…’ I said, deciding to let the subject drop. ‘I have to get going.’ I backed out of the parking space. Before I headed out to the main road, I glanced at the Truro car again. Marya smiled, licked. "I guess I did do a good deed. I introduced her to big black cock."On Thursday, as we are heading for our cars at the end of the day, Sara yells over, "By the way, we are going to Keri's house for lunch tomorrow. I already told people we may be a bit late getting back." I give her a thumbs-up and she waves goodbye.Keri had planned to warm up some left-over casserole. She did manage to get it in the microwave but before the timer could go off, Keri was in the living room straddling a large black. But never have I written my story. So as cheesy as it may be, my opening is perfectly correct. It was a dark and stormy night that my story begins...Early 21st Century... Lexington, Kentucky My supper was finished. I was nursing my cola, wondering if I should just make a run for my house. Rain poured down and lightning flashed outside the large panes of glass which formed the entire wall between the wet outside and the cozy inside of the small, family friendly restaurant. A late evening. I was in cross-country my sophomore year and in track my junior and senior years, lettering both years in the 100 and 200 metre dashes and also both shot put and discus, despite the only male thrower under 6'1 and under 150 lbs (I stand 5'8 and weigh 135 lbs. 9 9/14 stones for you overseas readers). Whatever the matter, I was ready for anything, as I had been both self-educated by watching porn and also being educated by my friend Corey (who wasn't new to sex at all and taught me almost.