Carly's cooking was basically limited to nuking stuff in the microwave. It wasn't that she couldn't handle the stove, but recipes confused her and wit... her short attention span she was likely to wander off and leave something to burn.If it had been me, I think I would have been frustrated as hell by my inability to function. But Carly just shrugged it off and never seemed to let it dampen her naturally buoyant spirits.Other things weren't so easy. For the first couple of nights Carly woke up. .. my sister ... I mean?" Ah-Ha! Now I knew why she sounded so unsure."Carole, I am at my place in North Carolina, near Asheville. Do you want to come here, or do I need to come to you?" If she was that worried, I needed to help anyway I could."Christine is pretty weak and traveling might be too much. Is it terrible to ask if you can come here?" Nope, I can fly up tomorrow and have a car bring me to wherever you are." She gave me her address. After the call I contacted the pilots and informed. Wearing just a pair of gym shorts I headed into the men’s room. Soon after I closed the stall door I heard someone walk in and watched as they stood at the urinal an unusually long time. Eventually his feet disappeared. Soon I looked up and the guy was peering down at me over the partition, wet-eyed and smiling. I nervously flushed the toilet, pulled up my pants and left. What I should have done is show him my cock or…well, actually if then was now, I’d have been in that stall jerking off ready. Gullah commenced rubbing his knob between JP’s cheeks and as Gullah had predicted, JP could feel the unctuous ooze making his crevice more and more slippery.“The tenser you are, the worse it will hurt. Just relax baby,” Gullah then advised.Lifted on one arm, Gullah now used his right hand to flick and milk his dick at JP’s doorway. After a lengthy nudging, Gullah began to prize JP’s manhole open. JP winced as the anal raider pried his lips ever further apart. With Gullah’s jabbing becoming more.