"Let me help you," he said, and put his big, black hands on my shoulders and massaged them. That seemed to help even more, so I just laid there and en...oyed it, still feeling the buzzing, but at least the room had stopped spinning.He massaged my arms, my temples, and took off my socks and rubbed my feet. "That feels good," I said."Yeah, I had to learn all of this in my sports training," he told me."Really? What do you play?" Baseball, basketball, football, just about everything," he laughed.. ..do you want me to fuck your hot ass!?". You moaned softly, "Mmmhmm, yes, let me feel it!", and squeezed your ass around my finger. Pulling your hair back, I kissed down your neck, then eased my finger out of your ass and heard you draw in your breath sharply with a pouty "Ooohh!", at the sudden loss. Sliding my hand back down over your sopping wet pussy, I interrupted your masturbation, and you responded by squeezing your pussy soaked hand around my cock. Then spreading your juices over my. I shoved our cart in front of him, by the door, and it took the hit from the guy’s cart. Store security took the dude in the back and we came home.” Tim explained.Then Tim slapped himself lightly on the head. “I didn’t even take a look at what was in his cart. Maybe he got some of the stuff we were looking for before we could. I might have been able to buy his stuff too. He wasn’t gonna be able to take it to the jail.” Carmen, who was sitting on the floor in front of the TV, started laughing,. Kneeling on the bed, she bent over to rub noses with Foulkes and said,"Thanks, Sweetie, but I'm guessing no repeat tonight. If mucky-mucksare who I suspect, I'll probably also be the winner's prize."Even if the bunny kiss had not turned him into a mass of quivering goounable to pay attention to her words, Foulkes would have felt nosurprise at her statement. Nor anger at the pride and enthusiasm withwhich Sharla had spoken. He understood her nature, he knew the trainingundergone and the dreams.