He groaned. It was going to be difficult as long as he was staying here in her house. His cock throbbed again. Maybe he should jack off before he got ...n the pool. The bulge in his trunks would be hard to hide... His thoughts broke off when he heard the light tap on the door."Daddy. Hurry up. I'll be outside."He heard her footsteps as she walked away from the door.Mike looked back in the mirror. It was obvious he was aroused. He took a deep breath, and waited a moment for his heart to stop. The black guy was quite handsome, tall, about sixtwo and very muscular.He glanced over and caught Tracey staring at him, sheblushed and looked away then glanced up again to findhim smiling at her.'Oh shit, he's coming over,' thought Tracey as the blackman came to her table leaving the white girl to bringthe coffees."Anyone sitting here?" he asked politely as Tracey shookher head."Hi, my name's Tiny, not my real name of course," hesaid extending his hand and flashing a smile with a rowof. Actually like I said Marty is paying the bill for it." Get on with it Jen. I might be too old for the job at the rate you are going." Dewey is off for his first tour of duty in the big sandbox, when his wife decides she just don't love him anymore. Sounds like a country song don't it." One I have heard way too many times from some crying soldier," I replied."Well she took everything of course," Jen added."Of course," I replied."Dewey wasn't rich and they didn't have much, so he don't give a. They inevitably drifted away to slake their thirst on other willing victims. However, Marcella still visited him most nights, as a willing spectator and participator in their dark, sensual revels.Over time, she seemed to have developed almost a fondness for him in her own strange way that was not simply a rabid, short-lived craving. Amongst all the salacious bodies that littered his bed whetting his appetite and craving his taste and making his mind a blank of other-worldly pleasure, she was a.