I wanted to see how many friendly encounters it would take to bring him into my parlour. I talked to him in the lunch room. We became friends very fa...t. I had to jerk off before I saw him to hide the hard on I would get just being with him. I would accidently brush against him and watch. He never flinched and I took that as a good sign. After a few weeks of this cat playing with his food, I decided to go for the kill. I invited him over for dinner, and set the mood. I cooked a hearty meal, I. ..yea! climbed in and started to think how cool I was. (I'd brought a plastic cup with a sip of whisky on ice to set the mood). It was sort of a "romantic" setting if you know what I mean. I was very much enjoying it and the warm water was so nice. My dick was getting a lot bigger in my panties which were now, for practical purposes, SEE THRU!! I kinda sat there enjoying the moment and stroking myself when I saw a guy and girl heading my way! SHIT...not part of my plan....I reached over and. Look at it, Look how deep the dildo goes into my pussy, Look at the wetness. You can smell it cant you nigger, can smell my sweet pink pussy that you will never have. Your crying (laughs) how sad…poor little nigger baby. That’s ok..you never leave, cause I know how much your WORSHIP this white pussy..dont you nigger. So close to my pussy but cant have it. Must be killing you (laughs). Look at your squirm. Mmmm shit…yes yesss…yesssss. Oh that was a good one. That was a multiple climax that. I assure you Robert was a celibate priest.”The stately sixty plus lady sitting in her own parlor in the mid-century Westchester Colonial would have been believable were it not for the extensive vetting that the O’Reilly investigative agency had performed. Cecilia Porter was not what she would have you believe. At seventeen in 1969, she married Randy Porter, like her an aspiring actor. She was several months pregnant at the time of nuptials.There was little reason to believe that Randy was the.