J moved across the room in a trance like state, licking her lips nervously, wondering if once again she’d end driving home frustrated and making her...elf cum on the living room floor or… The red headed seductress smiled, the tip of her tongue running between her lips seductively, her eyes full of knowledge, a wiggle in her walk as she navigated the dance floor. They both stopped near the center, only a few feet separating them. J wondered if anyone else could feel the sexual tension that filled. The air was chilly and I felt every bit of it through my flimsy top and tight mini-skirt as I clip-clopped my way to a street corner. Standing there against a dirty brick wall and smoking a cigarette, both waiting and shivering for my first customer of the night.I heard a sound and when I look up, a huge black man was approaching me.He was customer number one of the night.I led him to a nearby alley for either sex or savagery. As he slow handed me some cash I heard another sound in the. He couldn’t understand it. A conspiracy of women, perhaps, or maybe their clairvoyance that Preston wouldn’t suit them as a mate, because of his flab, because of his mediocrity.He finally arrived home and did the unthinkable. He collapsed on the lime-green sofa and made plans to hit on the college co-ed next door. He could borrow some toilet paper from her, no, not toilet paper, but paper towels, no, not paper towels, but sugar, because he’s baking a cake and he just plumb ran out. Not a bad. " Nancy says "Don't worry, I'll be fast. And a few sucks will get you hard again. Besides I need a fuck bad; so much so, I'd do you in front of your mom!" she laughs.A few sucks turned into five minutes until I was finally hard again. Less than ten minutesto go until my mom returned and she's usually punctual.Nancy says, "Ah! Nice, hard, and ready for a good fucking!" as she climbs over my legs and straddles me. "Ready" she asks and, without waiting for a response, plunges herself deep onto my.