Mom’s on it, too. We can fuck as much as we want.”I was relieved. “Whew! I was worried there for a minute. That sounds great, but I still want t... see you pee, though.”She laid on the bed and spread her legs. “You mean you want to look up my cunt while I piss? I might squirt you.”“I don’t care. I want to watch.” The sight of her open pussy with my cum leaking out of it made my dick hard again. “Let’s fuck again first. My cock is hard just thinking about watching you pee.”“I thought you’d never. She has to laugh at herself."'That really had to be a bright spot in his day.'She starts thinking about it.'I wonder if I gave him a boner. He may go home and play with himself, thinking about me."She pictures in her mind, him jacking off. She wonders if it was true, that all black men had extra big cocks. She had never even thought about having sex with a black man. She puts it out of her mind and goes on with her day.The next morning, she is drinking her coffee and checking her email. She. After the cemetery, I’ll drive you home and the rest can take the limos.”It was a short service with an honor guard from the Navy. His former boss and several more from the steel plant sat directly behind us and several neighbors were there. Linda was all over the place as we drove the eighteen miles back to her home, “What the fuck am I going to do now, Don? I’m forty-six years old. Joe left me plenty of money, but I need a man in my Goddamn life. Did you know he didn’t even know how to turn. You'll like it, Darling. Please try to have fun, My Love..." Is it the Younger Strauss? I knew him. Oh, not like THAT, don't be jealous, Stefan. Silly Boy!" It's the one who wrote the fucking Radetsky March, Karen..." said the Lord sharply, slightly peeved now at her lack of appreciation."That's the older one," she sighed. "His father. Never mind, let's get on with it..."Fuming now but controlling his temper, the Lord approached the Stage Door. "Karadjan, please," he demanded.A small flunkey.