I walked into the door marked OFFICE and saw an older woman sitting behind a desk covered in files, her ear glued to the phone as she wrote something ...own. She glanced up at me and waved to a chair, still speaking into the phone."Sorry about that," I glance at a plague on her desk provided me a name, which she confirmed. "I'm Mrs. Dooley, and you must be Patricia St. Marks." Her hands flew through the piles of folders on her desk and came up with one baring my name. Opening it, she removed a. Yet, his presence seemed to linger in their minds and that would have a substantial and very lasting impact in the coming days, especially among those who had already experienced a personal visit.The hours passed and it was now close to 7:30 p.m.We had not seen the black man and his two white guests reemerge from the condo. That is when Barbara suggested that we try inviting him down to watch the fireworks show from the city tonight. This had been the plan all along, to watch the 4th of July. We hugged each other like that once again and I inserted my hand inside her panty to touch her soft puffy pussy which was already wet & well-trimmed, upon asking she told that she likes to keep it trimmed just as I like it down there. I lied down and she came on top of me rubbing her pussy over my tool teasing me more and more while I was enjoying her actions mauling her breasts at the same time. After some time like that I asked her whether she would love to change to 69 position to which she. Those things are just startin’ to hit me,” he stammered on his words while belching. “I knew you had too much. It’s alright though, at least you are at home now.” Once we reached his door, I picked him up over my shoulder, laying him across his sofa. “Whoa Roger, Jesus, I’m glad I did not have to retch.” Nathaniel lay back on the cushions, while watching me. The thought of him vomiting didn’t come to mind, I just tried to get him over to the couch faster. “I knew you wouldn’t so I brought you.