I’m going to bring a few surprises for you, Supergirl!Priyanka: Ok, Wonderboy. I’ll send you my location. Meet me at my place around 10:00 am Satu...day.Me: Sure, I will be there on time.Priyanka: I can’t wait to hog that thick cock of yours.Me: I sure can’t wait to experiment with your juicy love hole, either.Priyanka: Ok, Wonderboy, let’s meet on Saturday and show me what heaven looks like.Me: You are the Supergirl! I expect you to take me there. (smirk)Priyanka: Damm, yeah. I should do. Christine: A fiery redhead. She was 55, had long curly red hair in a ponytail and could only be described as perky. She had a trim body and more energy than anyone should, like she chases coffee with Redbull. You may recall at the end of Part 4 the welcoming party had wrapped up… Michael had gone home and Yukio went to take a shower… When I emerged from the shower I dried myself and wrapped my body in a towel. Walking to Hillarys room I opened the door and was a bit shocked to see it was kind. He was an older man, in his late sixties; not so big nor muscled… and he was white…He had a smoking cigarette in his lips; his body was wrapped in a towel and he had no shirt. His prominent belly almost made me laugh.He dragged me inside of that filthy motel room. The place was dark, dump and smelling of sex. The old man looked at me from head to feet…He dropped his towel down, showing me his hard cock. It was very big…“You are getting it hard, bitch…” He said, slapping my buttocks.“Where is. Then I began to wonder why someone calling him a gay slur would bother him so much… after all we had always taught tolerance and equality. So I said, “Paul, if I ask you a question… will you answer me honestly no matter what?”“Sure mom,” my son answered… finally calmed down and no longer shaking.”I knew Paul had never lied to me, so I took a deep breath and said, “Paul, you seemed to have a really strong reaction to being called ‘faggot’… are you, ummm… are you gay?”“MOM,” Paul hollered as he.