I couldn’t resist like Eve in the Garden of Eden, I reached over and wrapped my hand around his thick long shaft. It felt incredible in my hand. I f...lt it stir and swell as I began to stroke it. It was magnificent. It changed me forever. I never in a million years thought that I would have enjoyed holding and playing with an old black man’s penis.It grew and started to rise as I stroked on his thick long shaft. He then told me to drop to my knees and put it in my mouth. I couldn’t believe that. I actually had been thinking about that since I had waken up. I had some soup and a couple of big bottles of water with some aspirin which made me feel better.I then remembered about the phones I took. I had left them in my car, I think. I ran out to my car and found them on the passenger seat. I grabbed them and went back inside. I got the first one and turned it on. There was no password! I looked at the other phone, turned on the screen and it also had no password! The battery was near dead,. . Then I heard the garage door slam and what sounded like a group of Clydesdales coming up the stairs. That was definitely Becky, she liked to make a scene no matter what. To be honest, it was one of the things that I liked about her. I was so reserved and proper in my day to day life. She lived how I wished I did. She bounded through my door in her usual fashion, not bothering to ask if she could come in, though I would never say no."Oh my gosh! You're home!" Becky squealed and ran over and. It's interesting. For southerners, there are accents and then there are accents. The one most known on TV before the Day is the rural, uneducated one which is a minority group. The educated southerners use all the proper words but there is a real difference in voice tone from an educated northerner. Sara was the later. It also dripped with her sexy sound.I whispered. "Steve is a lucky guy." I chuckled. When Pat whipped her head around, I chuckled some more. I said, "She sounds delectable, my.