People were asking for selfies with each step. Sadly, I began feeling sorry for celebrities. Tommy pointed at a couple guys and waved them over. He be...t down and nearly had to yell into my ear to be heard. He said I could dance with these guys while he had a word with Mark Johnson. I grabbed his hand and reached up to his ear, “What about my …”“Fuck, right?” He smiled. “I just had I idea about that. I’ll be right back.”That was puzzling, but the two guys whisked me off the dance floor. With the. .. it is then that you nod to the Puerto Rican who grabs my hair while I cup his balls in both my hands and he cums as deep in my throat as he can ... it shoots to the back of my throat and some dribbles with my saliva out the side of my mouth ... I am almost gagging but manage to swallow all of the cum ... he begins to relax but I don't notice or care as the black guy picks up the thrusting again and I feel his thighs again and now he is fucking me hard and I feel him growing scared that he is. ‘Sorry about the industrial language when I came Aunt Rose, I hope you weren’t offended’. ‘Heavens no Bill, I loved it, it was a huge turn on. I think a bit of dirty talk thrown in at the right time and place all adds to the intensity of the moment ... may I suggest perhaps a bit more industrial next time'? We chatted easily for a while with no awkward silences. I had my arm round Rose’s shoulder as we lay naked, cuddled up together in the afterglow. I glanced down taking in the sensual curves. DiGiovanni, this is not a crank call. The reason I'm calling is that I received a letter the other day, and your name was mentioned in it. A man named John Stone is claiming to be my father, and he said in his letter that he had tried to find me, and that he had talked to you about me. Do you remember this man?"Mrs. DiGiovanni thought for a moment. "Come to think about it, I do kind of remember a man coming around asking about you. He gave me his card. Let me see, I may still have it around.