"I'm saving the best for last. It's called leaving room for dessert."And then I began kissing my way back down to her cunt. Like an old painting. The ...oth, Returning to the Flame. Like a sad old bastard hoping to be not left out.Because good things come in threes, I was out on my porch the following Wednesday. Even though it was nippy, a chilly drizzle coming down all day--and it was pretty miserable--I stayed out there the whole damn afternoon. I only gave up when her roomies started coming. He fucked me slow and steady—no more talking—just hard black dick in the ass. I felt him thicken and then he started to cum in me.My hole opened more to take his cum deep in me. He pumped 5-6 times, and then slowly pulled out of my ass. I quickly kneeled down to the hole and to my surprise; I saw two black men in the booth. I had been fucked by a different black guy that I had first talked to. I took his cum in my ass and I never really saw him other than his dick and pants.I started to say. We finished the beer in no time at all, and Paula asked if we could get some more."I said, 'Sure, but I'm not paying a second admission to get back in here.'"So we all trooped out of the movie theatre, and got into Manny's Chevy."Twenty minutes later, we were tooling along, drinking and fucking around, playing a little grab-ass, you know, just fooling around."I remember Paula reaching across my shoulder trying to grab another beer, and Manny, who was driving, holding it just out of her reach.. I agreed, because I knew and trusted these guys. However, they also knew I had the power to get them fired from their day-jobs if they screwed me over, so I considered it a deal. But the real bargaining began when they were finished. After a couple weeks, they had me come look at the completed kitchen. It was beautiful. The cabinets and counter-tops were just the way I wanted them, and they even installed new flooring. I asked them how much I owed. They tallied up their hours and it came to.