I met Trinity in the business in 1990. We were best friends. I'd stay at her house. She was a beautiful person inside and out. She was caring. She was...there for people. If I ever needed a baby sitter, she'd pick up my daughter and let her spend the night. She was very close to her little girl. They were always hugging and affectionate." "I'm in shock [over Loren's passing]. It still hasn't gotten to me yet. I can't believe it." Sharon Mitchell frequently stripped in clubs with Loren. "It was a. . she said no its not right.. because saree is covering both her top and bottom.. i said ok fine just drop the pillow.. she slid the saree from her shoulder..and i could see the deep yellow wheatish cleavage…. clearly.. it was bright and shining..(Next game i lost) She smiled.. and came near me and removed the pant…i was only in my underwear now… she could see the tent in my underwear and laughed at it uncontrollably.. which she was laughing. her thighs touched my legs and a shock wave went in. She kept moving her fingers over him and as he grew even more firm and hard it inflamed her pussy even more.She had never seen anything like what was in her hand before. From the eight-inch circumference at the base it narrowed to a head that was hardly as big around as her thumb! And instead of the graceful upward curve she was so used to, this gnarly, bumpy-veined organ curved downward from about two inches behind the slim head. Stroking it over and over, she thought it was like the kind of. I slipped up and down that full fuckmeat working towards his satisfaction and in the process finding the deepest erotic fulfilment within myself. I was simultaneously skilfully in control of Philippe’s gratification and displaying my true self to my young and inexperienced lover. There was no hiding here, we were all men indulging our addiction. The older married man, very well endowed, in search of the maximum sensation his huge penis could experience, seeking nothing but to attain its sensory.