Until now those letters never had any sexual stuff. But that day she said, “Her loins were on fire seeing me in the black shirt the previous day.”...I found it funny as well as erotic haha!I purposely wore another black shirt the next day. On the 11th day, she said she could hardly hold herself back from devouring me! But that wasn’t it. The writer had finally committed a mistake! The letter that morning had a dark pink paint kinda thing on the lower right corner.I smelled it and it smelled like. The thong was a red line between her hairy lips. “ Well big boy?” Stu went at her like a hungry animal, pulling the thong aside and ramming four fingers up her. She was dripping wet, but she moaned at his ferocity. “ Oh yes. Put it in me. I want it up me now”. He stepped backward and she dropped the thong to the floor, leaving it like a red stain on the faded carpet. “ Now I'm ready”. Stu moved quickly towards her, grabbing her round the waist and forcing himself. I lay back and opened my legs. “Just watch,” I said, “watch as I cum for you.” My fingers worked overtime, rubbing and plunging in and out, and the squelching told how wet I was. I rubbed a foot over his bulging cock as I came hard yet again. As soon as I’d recovered, I yanked down the jogging pants and stared again in wonder at this massive cock. I clamped my mouth over the end and gave it a frantic sucking. I then stood. Face to face, his cock between my legs and the shaft pressing into my. Still, ‘every little helps’, as ASDA always says.Friday, July 31st, 2015. Asim’s house.Today I was dressed like a sane person: jeans and a blue button-down shirt, plus a blank, dark blue baseball cap. If I showed up in a suit, which I would usually wear when Asim was around, I would probably not do well in any kind of negotiation.Rasul street was a dusty but asphalted road, in an area with many car-related businesses: tyre fitters, small garages, lube shops, Toyota parts and upholstery.