Madam leaned her body resting her back with the wall supporting a pillow and parted her legs wider. I stared at her nice bald pussy, it was sparkling,...whitish, deep cleft and within the cleft a mountain of black muscle swelled, yes, that was her clitoris, a plump of muscle. I crawled between her legs and took my head near the pussy. I got a nice aroma from her pussy, which was a sexy aroma. I began to sniff the aroma and touched my nose all over her pussy and sniffing. From that day still today. I heard him yell over the storm, “Hey, mister, do you guys need some help? It’s pretty nasty out. You might want to come with me and my friends to get out of the storm. My name is Nathan, and my friend and neighbor is a mechanic. Maybe we can push your car up under the awning of this old building and call him to see if he can help you.”I rolled down my window and saw a tall, good looking black boy with long dreads who looked to be about eighteen years old. Four of his friends were standing. So, what am I doing this for? Why am I writing down my story? I only halfway know. I want to come out of the shadows, I lived my whole natural life hiding from society, from people. I hid from the world, wasting my life hidden away in the safe corners of my own mind. I never was a family man, having only a few short relationships more akin to brief encounters than anything else. There is no one left of my human bloodline to carry my name, not even an old friend to remember who I was. They are. As we lay there, back to back, our bare asses touched which kept my cock hard. After a ‘goodnight’ and Mike switching off the bedside lamp, I fell off to sleep. I woke up later during the night needing a piss. So I went to the toilet and did what I had to do. As I finished I thought of Mike grabbing, flicking and smacking me and my cock started tingling and pulsing and growing hard. Thinking I was safe and that Mike was asleep (and it was dark) I went back in the room sporting my hard-on.