Damian hissed, “Damn! I don’t wanna sleep at the airport.”“Get a room,” Nigel suggested.“Money is tight, yo!”“Well, have them book you...for a flight tomorrow and stay at my house. I have a spare room.”“I don’t know you like that.”“Look at me. Could I harm you?”“True! Aiight I’ma do dat.”They deplaned.Nigel waited as Damian got his flight to Jackson booked for the next day at 11:00 a.m.The ball player was carrying his duffel bag and following the femme guy. He watched the shapely hips and round. Dipping lower, under me to slide a finger in my pussy. Down my legs and back up again to caress my ass. WHACK! Your hand smacks my ass and I moan. You rub it only to smack it again, harder this time. “OOOH” I cry. And again, this time on the other side. And again and again, alternating between smacking and rubbing. I feel the sting and burn of your handprints, imagining my ass is red. Arching up to meet each stroke of your hand. The fluids from my pussy dripping. He went to live with an uncleand aunt briefly until his mother?s estate was settled and hisinheritance was awarded to him. Walter became a full time border at hisuniversity and went on to graduate with degrees in accounting andfinance.During his time at school he kept his mother?s panties and wedding ringhidden away and bought them out whenever he felt the need to relievehimself. He would masturbate sniffing the panties, recalling the timeshe had spent in bed with his mother. He collected. Sometimes she’ll finish me off, or we’ll fuck each other’s brains out with me coming deep inside her. I love being on top and looking into her eyes and telling her I love her. Or on my back while she takes control on top so I can watch her work my dick in and out while I play with her tits and hold her ass as she goes up and down. Or fucking her doggy, especially when she’s still wearing a short skirt, so I can play with it, and her ass. Nancy is many things, but the one word that describes.