However, I was surprised when she confided in me over coffee in Starbucks. “You got any new stories?” She asked. “One or two in the pipeline… ...hy do you ask?” I asked. “Oh it’s just that I have a little tale from college that I’ve been keeping to myself,” she said. “Really! Something a bit juicy is it Emma?” “I would say so,” she said, looking guiltily over her coffee. I got in another drink and a muffin and she told me the whole sordid tale. Hope you enjoy my retelling of it… Emma had dropped. At this point shedidn't come close to looking like her real self. She was now a portlygrandmotherly looking old woman with gray hair. The type of grandmothereveryone wished to have on the outside but pure evil on the inside.She strictly adhered to three rules, stay anonymous, don't stay anywheremore than six months and change bank accounts frequently. Mrs. Abernathywas an alias she used whenever she took on a con. She had a number ofdifferent names and passports she used when not on a job. . Jackson asked if I liked his tongue in my ass and I giggled, saying I loved the way he was licking me.I was thinking he would fuck my ass right there under the rain; but he then stopped and made me turn around. Facing each other, he backed me up to the wall. His hand rubbed again my pussy lips, teasing me so badly, making me moan in lust.My black lover then dropped to his knees and made me spread my thighs. His tongue began to assault my pussy and my swollen clit.Meanwhile, a thick finger slid. Finally I climbed down and grabbed Joe and headed to living room and pushed him to the floor. I pulled his clothes off and laid flat on his back, his hard cock pointed towards his chest. I had never been with a man younger than twenty before and had never been with a virgin. I fondled joes cock with my hands then took him in my mouth. I can still remember how good his precum tasted. I quickly stradled him with my wet pussy poised over his hard cock and watched his eyes as I held his cock with.