Keenum tucked his dick back into his shorts. Smiling, the two went into the house.His eyes were locked on her ass as she walked ahead of him into the ...itchen. Ashley took off her shades and put them on the cupboard and went over to the sink. She washed her hands, cleaning off any remaining traces of Keenum’s cum off of them. Her ass wiggled a bit in her black shorts as she did so, and he could feel his cock stir again already. Trying to ignore it, he stepped up behind her and affectionately. Setting me back on my feet, she went to one of the filing cabinets and came back with an enormous vibrator which she handed to me. The black woman then lay across the couch, spread her legs open, and instructed me to make her come by licking her tits and fucking her vagina with the vibrator. I obeyed with alacrity, working the vibrator into her with see-saw circular motions, and sucking on the wonderful melons of her ripe black breasts. I was amazed that she took the whole length of the. I didn't think about anything, but just ran to the door hoping that maybe the person on the other side wouldn't be too undesirable. There was a Hispanic man standing outside of my door with some papers in his hand. I quickly put my pants back on and answered it. "Hello."The man looked me up and down, "Hi, Mam, I'm with the Baptist church just down the street and I was wondering if I could speak to you about some of the things we're doing for the community." Sure." I answered and invited him in.. Damn it, she’s the one who asked me for help, and he’s the one who caused all this mess. Why do I feel like I’m a part of the problem? Like coming to get her made me the bad guy of the story? And why is she talking like she should care what AJ thinks? Shouldn’t he be the one freaking out and feeling guilty? ‘You know,’ I snap, ‘the Jasmine I remember wouldn’t give two shits what everybody thought. Especially when somebody else was the problem.’ She gives me a pitying look that drives me nuts..