I couldn't leave a message. I just hung up. I called back but this time put my ear to the wall and there was no mistake, my wife's phone was ringing...in the room next door. The same room that just a little while ago I thought I heard four younger black men working over a Vegas hooker, turns out that was my wife. What was it I was hearing? Holly Shit! My wife has been going on random dates with Black Bulls for a couple of years now but this was something else. Being a slut for four black. So, there were a great many ninGrahhll here as well, but they were in the next valley – out of danger. The matriarchs were very protective of the male of the species. While many of us felt that we could put up a more-than-adequate account of ourselves against any except a female hexapuma, we would never voice that thought to one of the matriarchs. We weren't sure their egos could stand the thought of a male actually fighting.Perhaps this would be a good point to explain how hexapuma society. "The younger man raised an eyebrow. "Nobody notices." None of the young people notice. There could always be a Watcher or twoabout though."The younger man took another sip. The corner of his lip raised in asmile. "Watchers don't notice me."There was silence for a few more moments."You come highly recommended," the older man said, still reading hispaper."You are offering an extraordinary price," the younger man responded.Both mentally checked the time. The sun was now below the horizon andsoon. Helen held the kiss with her son just long enough for him to begin to wonder ... a lingering sweetness that caused his heart rate to double, and for his cock to lurch into semi-hardness.His mother pulled away gracefully, still standing close by him; her smile turning mysterious as she looked up at her son. Helen turned on the spot, her hip brushing across the front of the bulge he was sporting in his pants, and walked back to the counter.Jason eyed her tight and firm ass as she walked away from.