He had his own idea for his favorite fantasy. He took my head in both hands and pulled me back till I had five of his ten inches in my mouth, staring ...p at his face. His rock hard black shaft sticking out from between my lips, ending in his snow white bush.‘Take my load, pretty white boy. I'm cummin.’ He grunted and a gush of sixty-year old sperm cells pumped my cheeks up like a balloon. He had seen that happen with the black boy and he wanted it for himself. Happy to oblige. One huge gulp and. . made me drool. But it had to be kept secret cause his wife didn't know about it, but he didnt get enough sex at home. Something that worked good for me. I like the secret of being used by a unknown man, but even tho a slut for dick, its only the dick I want to focus on. I prefer not to see the faces, so we agreed he could put on a mask. Which I had already prepared on the table in front of my room, included condoms and lube. We agreed to met 4 hours later that night, were i would lay down in. Now the aroma of Turkey filled the cab. Sweat began to activate those dry hidden scents that lurk in shirts, underwear, socks, shoes and on the skin, the scents of the city, of Bafra cigarettes, of limoncolonasi, of strong detergents, for if no other thing, the Turk is a ferociously clean person. The clothes may be well worn and the starch and sizing long gone, but they are clean. There is a sweetness about the clean Turk, an unrealized attractiveness. With Randy and his Turk squeezed in. Let me continue from where I stopped last time.Anna and I went outside and were standing near the stairs.Anna: So Rose. And you. And Jason.Me: Yeah. Is this all that we’re going to talk about today?Anna: Hey this is unexpected, we’re talking about it!Me: Ok. Ok. Anna: Was she good at it?Me: She was good yes.Anna: Rose? Who knew. Who could imagine?Me: Nobody it seems.Anna: I’m going to blow this party, it’s boring.Me: You’re leaving?Anna: Yes, sit around talking. That’s no party.Me: Actually.