They were all identical. Each one a gray mass of concrete with rows of rectangular windows, most obscured by lewd graffiti or simply broken. He stoppe..., shifting the phone in one hand while running the other over the day-old stubble growing on his chin. After a brief pause to listen, he veritably shouted, “Look! I’m the one doing your dirty work, Miller. If he’s alive and well, that’s one thing. But I’m not lugging some six foot ten lump of meat to the hospital if he’s just going to die in. You used to say that's why the people got so many wrinkles, from going out in that harsh sunshine."Remember? I'd drive you around in that old Packard limousine with the shades drawn. You always wore sunglasses and a big hat to protect your skin. It worked, too -- you had the skin of a woman half your age."He had a pile of weeds and dead flowers now, and he pulled a plastic bag from his coat pocket and put them in, then sealed it up and put it back in his pocket. He pulled a small whisk broom. When i came he asked for some juice...meaning mine...She said no...No syrup No juice....and i laughed a little and he stood up....i looked back and he was giving Her a look...but instead of folding She gave one right back....She simply said..SIT....and he did. it was quiet for a bit before i pulled her aside...Honey is he going to make you 'pay' for all this...i mean you're pretty Domme towards him and i know how You feel....She smiled and said want some cock? and i said sure...i guess i. .." she lifted her leg up, bending it at the knee. David ran a hand between her thighs and firmly cupped her fleshy pussy. Her labia were full, and plump. He could feel her wetness soak his hand. "That's it baby...rub momma's pussy. Do what you want with it. You like feeling how wet I am? Hmmm?" David didn't answer, he just continued fondling her and kissing her neck. "Did you like fucking mommy? Hmmm baby? Did it feel good when mommy's pussy swallowed your whole fucking cock? Oh my god...did.