But was it tapering off?Painfully, he climbed the cellar stairs,dreading having to look at his waterlogged shop.Nothing was left. Oh sure, some out-o...-date back issues had survived butall the new stuff, especially that great three volume special, were atotal loss. Fuck! Where was he going to get the money to replace all thisstuff?INSURANCE!!!Shit! Did I pay that premium?Chris ran to the office and pulled the check ledger from the top drawer. Cash had been tight lately and he had stalled a few. Spying on her from afar as she took the shower earlier had been the best treat in his life, but now here she was, willingly baring herself to him at such close quarters. His limp cock jerked into life, his steady rhythm of breathing forgotten."Are you staying focused on your breathing?" asked Heather, still facing the other way."Sorry, Aunt Heather... I forgot" mumbled Dan."That won't do" said Heather sternly "if you are not an obedient student, we can stop the lesson" I really sorry, Aunt. To be honest, I wasn’t surprised when I heard movement back along the track and noticed two figures heading in our direction. At first I was not too sure who it was so we both turned around and continued walking. Jay couldn’t hide her excitement as she asked me, “Is it them.” I could only reply that I wasn’t sure who it was yet. After a couple of minutes we were about to stray from the main track onto one of the paths that took you deeper into the woods. I used this opportunity to stop and look. I had three black boyfriends. I gave them all blow jobs." "One at a time or all together?" "Both. I loved giving blow jobs to three black men. The word got around and after that, I had a lot of black friends." "So why did you quit?" "There are no black men out here. Only pencil-dick white boys." * On Wednesday, Pat closed her shop and rushed home. All day her cunt was dripping wet. She showered and dressed in a sexy black fanny hugging stretch micro mini skirt. She skipped putting on a.