Run! Sharri run! Don’t let him do this to you as well!The wave of pain had burst the dam open and my tears began to flow. I felt Sharri hugging me t...ghtly as my aching body was wracked by deep heartfelt sobs.It seemed like Sharri held me to her chest all day long as I cried my heart out. Twice a quiet voice intruded and both times Sharri shushed them.Eventually my tears dried up and even my dry sobs settled down.“Do you feel better for that?” Sharri asked me.I was about to say are you joking or. A minute later, Fran called out, “Hank, where’s my white silk robe?” “On the back of the bathroom door if I’m remembering right,” I called back. “Shit honey,” Meg said. “Don’t you know where your own robe is?” “To tell you truth Meg,” Fran said evidently walking out of her closet, “we both spend most of our time at home in the nude.” “No shit?” Meg exclaimed. “I do too. I almost never wear anything unless I’m going out of the house or if someone is coming over. I mean why bother. Nobody else is. We had a very active sex life for a few years then it cooled off a little except now and then it would get a little crazy. Normally she is shy and reserved but she loves sex and talking dirty during sex makes her crazy. She cums easily and gushes more fluid than any other women I've been with. On occasion she reaches a state that she doesn't know how to stop. I had to get her a few large vibrators for these times. Eventually she reaches exhaustion and collapses in a wet shaking ball. I had been. It is not Bud. It is a young, tall, thin black guy. “Come on in. Bud is in the shower.” This young man appears to be in his early 20’s. He is wearing shorts and a basketball jersey, Labron James jersey from the LA Lakers. He leads me back into a large den-like room with several couches and a sling hanging from the ceiling. Along the wall are several lockers and a bench.He suggests that I remove my clothes and I can hang them in a locker. I sit down and it is weird taking off my clothes in front.