The conversation, going well, I leaned in for a kiss and was met with enthusiastic acceptance. I remarked, that already this date had gone better than...my first. She agreed. I asked if we could take a cab back to her place. She said there was no need; she lived two blocks away. We get back to her apartment and as soon as the door closes, we're pressed up against it kissing. I could feel with my cock that her pussy was steaming. I started rubbing between her legs over her black, rayon pants. My. " "Well," said Hiram, "there's a little more to the storythan that. What you're seeing is one of the saucy misses right after sheentered our Garden, about ten years ago." Hiram pressed the same button, and a new picture appeared. It wasthe same girl, as pert and pretty as before, but at least a hundred poundsheavier. Her posture was the same, her tail as jaunty as ever; but she wasnow vastly more--succulent. "Oh dear," said Sly, feeling himself stiffen below the waist. "Ohdear." "Yup," said. He got up and with his eight-and-a-half-inch cock dripping with ass juice. He pushed his wife out of the bedroom and locked the door. She could hear them. She sat on the floor and wept.She could hear them going at it. She couldn’t help but listen.“Is that your wife,” the young, chocolate boi asked.“Yeah. But I ain’t through witchu yet,” Mike said.“She know you fuck bois?”“She do now,” he laughed.The boi took Mike’s nut and got dressed. As he walked out of the bedroom, he looked at Cynthia and. .. and ... and I knew you'd understand and forgive me." Her voice broke as she buried her face in her hands."Beth, what am I going to do with you?" I asked as I took her in my arms. Was she going to change? Was my face safe? Time would tell.After she calmed down I figured it would be safe to grill her a little."So you went out with the gang after rehearsal, right? How is the Oily Cart group?" Same as ever. Steve has some ideas for a little more audience participation. More than just shouting.