I wanted to see where things would lead. She was a sensual woman and I decided to enjoy myself for once. The van could wait. I led her back into the...lounge and put her up against the wall, facing it.‘Put your arms out at your sides, palms facing away from the wall and the backs of them pressed against the wall. Then spread your legs wide.’She did as I instructed.I looked at her body in that figure-hugging dress. She had a large, round arse, a small waist, and shapely legs. She was. She put her hands on his arms, palms touchinghim, and slowly moved them up to his shoulders. Billy tried to move, to get away, but he couldn't. "What're you doing,Sarge," he asked in shaky voice."I ain't your sergeant, Tom Garrity, no more," the gal said. "I used t'behim, but he's... gone." Her voice was still low. It still had that huskypurr in it. "I'm... Thelma Garrity now, and I want you." Her arms slid upand around his shoulders, pulling him down. And when his head was closeenough. We both stared at each one…He was a black man but his skin was not so dark. He smiled as he guessed my mind, saying he was Moroccan. The guy was my age, but much bigger, stronger and muscled than me.He said in his deep voice that he loved my bald head; but he added than now he wanted to fuck me in the ass… my tight white ass…His very dark dick was rock hard and it looked even bigger than a while before, when I had sucked it through the glory hole.I begged him mercy, since he was going to ruin. My penis, which had already considerably increased in size, but had not yet acquired a stone hardness, dangled between my legs. Mom called. “Hi dear. How do you feel?” I was pretty annoyed to be honest. Didn't love when I was interrupted in the process. Without waiting for an answer, my mother continued: “Aunt Rebecca asks for help.” In fact, she was not my aunt, just what my mother called her. Rebecca has been a close friend of our family for a very long time. She often stayed at our house.