..''pushed down back head on my lobby wall , him getting his pants down''i need my boy slut mouth before work''''wait i need to go to school''''open d...nt fight it, its my mouth ''''yessss fuck , this is my little mouth boy dont never forget what you are ''''oh shit yessss''bang my head agaisnt the lobby wall''this'' bang ''mouth'' bang ''loves'' bang bang bang ''daddy big'' bang ''fat black cock''bang bang bang ''yes boy you are mine''i was face fuck and trying to get it in my head banging on. I first thought she may have turned them around so no one would see the run coming but that was not the case. They were pristine. “Wow, she is so hot! This girl carries spare pantyhose!” I thought. As soon as her car pulled onto the road I made a dash for the restroom.By now we were moments from locking the doors to the showroom. I popped my head in the ladies’ room. It was empty. I looked inside the wastebasket and as I had hoped, Karen’s pantyhose were sitting inside. They lay in a nylon. The thought of that beautiful big black woman, lying just a few hundred yards away, waiting for me to come back so that she could fuck me, was making me drench my pantyliner. I also managed to buy a cheap, large beach towel, to put that down on the grubby mattress in the van.I couldn't believe how badly I needed to be shagged. I hurried back to the van. I couldn't help thinking of how it would be so much better, if I had a nice thick meaty cock in me as well. It was a shame that Patti's friend. That’s the pickle I was in. I cut timber for a living, making compass-straight runs from point-A to point-B for the power company. It was 1957. I’d been mustered out after the Korean War and was lucky to have any job at all. A lot of folks didn’t.My mom and pop had died while I was overseas. A grocery delivery driver that should have known better than to go that fast on a gravel road hit their car while they were on the way to town--for groceries. The trooper that responded to the accident.