They would stay empty too, the manager took care to ensure Bob's privacy for him.He was a little displeased with the arrangements. Bambi had done the ...est she could, but he couldn't reach Charles. Mostly he was unhappy he was the only one who knew about the tragic turn of events in Harlem.Charles should know about the damaged minister he found. The police would never find anyone responsible. To them it looked like another man gone insane in an insane place. Only Bob and the mysterious female. For the next few days, I watched TV with a totally new interest, findingthings hilarious, and in a completely different light. All those boringold reruns became much more interesting, and I couldn't help but laughingat things. Some of the jokes and such seemed changed, and the dialogue aswell to fit the changes, but all in all, it was about the same.I wondered what it was that made the TV like this. I asked around, butno one had even heard of that brand of TV or that company. I wondered. I slipped a well oiled finger into her star and held it there for a short time. I was actually in her butt!!!"Push your finger in and out, and add more oil," Astrid directed.I again did as directed and realized that I was finger fucking her ass. Wow!! Astrid kept telling me to add more oil and more fingers. She started breathing hard from this and started pushing back, as I pushed my fingers into her butt. I had four fingers in her by now and my cock hurt it was so hard."All right," she finally. Niggas, we used to sharin. Open up, Becky, he said with another laugh, rolling on top of me. Oh.. god…. as he rolled over me, I felt his stiff manhood slide across my thigh, and it felt as hot as a branding iron. I lay there, limp, spent. I couldnt imagine why hed want to put himself into my semen-soaked slit. Then, resting his weight on one hand, Kris took one of mine in his other. Show me where to put it, Becky. Put it where you want it. He guided my hand to his erection, and I tensed as my.