The stout black woman was puzzled. Why would the unpopular ProfessorMartin want with her?"How would you like to make a hundred dollars with a chance f...r athousand?" I'd like it just fine. What would I have to do?" She sure hoped thisnasty old man didn't want sex with her!"Sarah Langley has taken something from me and I want it back." God howhe hated to call the body stealer by what had been his name!"Why not go to the police?" Because it would take forever to prove or not prove and I need. I felt goose bumps come over me; I looked at mom again and at Mike than at him and than at it… gently I pulled the side of the shorts higher to get a better view. My eyes grew as big as his dick was. “No wonder why mom screams so much” I said to myself. I compared it to my forearm and it was a bit thicker and almost as long. Shaking, nervous I gently held on to it. I felt his heartbeat through his thick dick; I slowly jerked it keeping my eyes on him and mom. Mike was still snoring loudly so I. I am not sure what roused me out of my slumber that time of the night. It was seemingly becoming a habit. What concerned me was the time. A quick peek at the iphone on the bedside table revealed it being just short of three am. Fuck, only an hour before I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed anyway. I took a long drink of the water next to my bed and slumped back against the pillows. Had it been earlier, as I was becoming accustomed to wake up, one am or an hour later maybe, I would have. His room was small and compact.As we entered his room, he laid me in his bed. I really wanted to take advantage of the moment. At that time I was wearing a mini pleated checked skirt with a semi-transparent lemon color zipped shirt through which my pink bra was cleary visible. He went to take oil to massage my legs meanwhile I raised my mini skirt little more upwards till my panty was seen and spread my legs wide. As power was not there he said to hold me the torch while he massaged my leg..