The kids had fun playing at McDonald's. I got them each a kid's meal and they liked the toy inside more than the meal. They played in the game room an... I watched the people. Some nice looking women came in here with their kids. I was watching a few of them and I could tell they were watching me. Probably thought I was a divorced dad taking his kids out to eat. Hell, who knows, it could happen. God, what was I thinking? My mind was working overtime; I didn't like my own thoughts. I do know that. Muje or kya chieya tha. Maine ek minit lagya use uthane main. Maine appne hathon se use chuchi ke pass pakad liya or upar utha diya. Abb us ki gand mere muh k traf thi. Maine use puchha ki koi mila wo boli k ruk jao main dhund rahi hoon. Tabhi mera lund jo pehle se he khada tha us k paron main chub raha tha or use maja aa raha tha. Maine dhere se hath os k boobs k our pass le gay or sneha kuchha nahi boli main appna lund us ki tango k sath ragrne laga. Abb use bhi maja ane laga. Or us ki sanse. I had never liked black men even though I had to work with some. She told me that she and I were now divorced and she was in love with James. She spelled it out clearly for me. She told me that she and James would allow me to live with them in HER house as their maid, or they would be glad to drive me to a homeless shelter. The bitch had snookered me out of all I owned. In my weakened condition I would be fair game in a homeless shelter and so meekly let her redo my lipstick and nail. I think you'll like it, Jack," Ali replied."Sounds interesting, but I might feel a little out of place there. Do they attract a mainstream clientele also?" I asked."Oh yes, of course. I'm sure there'll be plenty of 'straight' ladies looking for fresh meat, so to speak," Ali answered with a chuckle. For some reason, Mary blushed at the thought of her father trolling for feminine companionship.Looking at my watch, I announced, "As much as I'd like to continue this sparkling conversation, I need.