Gerald was actually below average in almost most aspects – intelligence, looks, ambition, social skills...Despite all that, he would eventually beco...e quite a wealthy and powerful individual. And it would be all thanks to the whispers.Gerald, in his mid-thirties, was living in his uncle's old farmhouse that he'd left him when he died, and was surviving off the inheritance of several other dead relatives. He was in the basement laundry room, separating his whites when he'd first heard it - a. It was Ms. Williams and she now had her hair up, her jacket undone, a few more buttons of her blouse undone and she was drinking a glass of red wine."I suppose I should offer you something to drink. What would you like?" That would be great, what do you have?" Water, beer, Coke and wine."I thought about it for a second and reckoned it was almost five o'clock so I told her I'd like a beer. She turned and walked away and I again noticed how nice her ass was. I also noticed that she had a pretty. His muscles are so hard, but his skin is so soft; like really high-priced leather tightly wrapped around a marble statue of a man. As I kissed and licked up and down his chest and abs, he pushed his pants and briefs down, revealing the biggest, hardest cock I’ve ever seen.“It lunged out at me, poking me in the chest as I kissed his navel. I sat back and just stared at the beautiful pulsing monster. The head was so bulbous; it barely hid under its foreskin. With every hard throb, the tip escaped. I said to myself that this will be a long couple of hours. Jason was the only African-American c***d at the party, my son and the birthday boy were best friends every evening after school all I heard was Shaun did this and that. Jason took off running and left me by myself, I got mad because I didn’t like being alone in a crowd of people that I didn’t know. This gorgeous middle aged White lady that stood around 5’4 135 her small frame looked like one of those miniature coke bottles. She had on.