I was dressed in a pair of jean shorts, sneakers and a tank top, wandering along a back road, when an older Lincoln came along. I put out my thumb and...the car came to a stop just beyond me. I opened the door and behind the wheel was an older Black man, well dressed with grey hair. He was smiling, but his smile quickly faded as I jumped in. He introduced himself as Carl. As we drove, he said that at first he thought I was a girl, and he was hoping for some action. We laughed about it, and he. After dinner we retired to the family room and relaxed. Her pussy was better but still sore and I begged off any sex until she was ready.Chapter 5: Thursday We slept in my bed on Wednesday night. In the morning we cuddled for a bit and Julie told me that she would do anything and everything that I wanted to do to her. She said, “I want to be your slut, if you can think of something then I will do it with you.”I told her, “Being a slut probably isn’t what you want. A slut is a woman, who is. Hear moans had now become very passionate and breathing quickened, watching the response of her body I kissed the lips of her closed vagina with more fervor then very slowly and lightly, I touched her vagina with the tip of my tongue. Moving her body forward and pulling me towards her, she made my probing tongue penetrate her slit deeper. Finally unable to se her sweet agony that I caused her I started probing her cunt in all corners, finding her clitoris I began sucking it is a frenzy of. Where was the sudden interest coming from? I don't know, maybe it was there all this time and I'd been too self-absorbed, too focused on my own problems to notice what the people around me were doing, or how they were acting. Maybe it was just that my new attitude was generating some renewed interest. I guess I'd find out down the road, if things progressed. It did make the next three days at work very, very interesting, especially when Rebecka suggested that I should call her Becka. That.