Sheheld a cup of hot cocoa. I could just barely catch its aroma as I followedTabitha around the furniture. Laura smiled at us both as we took seats,se...arately. Laura took another sip of cocoa and seemed to suppress aknowing grin. "Well," she said, "are you two hungry?"Tabitha nearly shouted, "I'm doing it! I want to fix him a big dinner.Greg needs to know that I can cook." She rubbed her hands together as shespoke. Very cute."Alright, alright, calm down," Laura said. "I'm not saying you can't.. . unfortunately, the unnamed black teen seemed to be able to see through me as he chuckled, "You want my cock again, don't you Daddy faggot?" Yes," I admitted."Stand up, Daddy cock sucker," he ordered.I obeyed, even as I watched my son bobbing on the big black dick.The black teen reached into my suit pocket and pulled out my wallet. As I watched in shame, he pulled out my driver's license and said, "I'm keeping this for now; I'll return it to you tonight when you come to my frat house." I can't. I was fast losing hope and having had more than a few irritating stand ups in my time thought this meet was going the same way. Suddenly there was light and the silhouette of two figures appeared behind the curtain and I was soon greeted by the sight of two handsome fellas. Both stood around the 6ft mark, broad shouldered and lean. As they stared at the drowned rat on their doorstep the man who I soon came to know as Sam hastily expressed his apologies for taking so long, I was just happy this. He still had the cigar in his mouth and she could hardly see his face because of the smoke.She decided to look demure. She held her hands in front of her body as she turned to face him again. She pushed one knee forward and to the side to give him a better view of her legs. The flesh- colored stockings were held up by straps attached to a garter belt. The skimpy brassiere didn't do much to hide her full breasts.Tony kept his eyes on her. He took the cigar out of his mouth, looked at her, then.