You know the drawing you did of the old man in the park? It would look wonderful over the fireplace in the front room. What do you think?”“Yah …...I guess it would. Tony … what about Sonya?”“Who is Sonya?”“She is my roommate. She won’t be able to afford the apartment if I move.”“I’ll buy the apartment and she can rent it for a dollar a year. Would that be ok?”“What if they won’t sell it?”“Then I’ll buy the building. I think I can get it for a million-five, maybe a million-seven. In any case don’t. I then slowly smeared the cum and slobber hanging from my chin, all over my face and forehead and some in my hair. I felt like a total slut thinking back at what happened so far. I had a few minutes to relax before another stranger was supposed to arrive. I walked to my dresser mirror to look at how messy I was from my latin strangers throatfucking, I glance and that I have glazing all over my face of cum and throat spit up. I smile and think to myself what a fucking pig you are. I move back. He pressed her hips against his. He rubbed his hard cock against her. Lynda couldn’t stop herself from moving her right hand down the front of his body. She stroked his dick through the front of his pants. The feel of his hardness and the length of it excited her even further. She brought her left hand down, unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his pants. Then she reached her right hand down into his shorts to grasp his long…hot…hard… ‘Oh, my God…!’ she moaned as her mouth fell away from. It was not the cheap feel that the boys were after – something only for their pleasure with nothing for me. All those times I was never asked to dance melted into history. My night with Sarah changed all that. She wanted me for what I was – and to make me happy, while expecting nothing from me. All she wanted to show me was that she loved me. As I lay thinking about last night, tears of joy ran down my cheeks.I went off to the bathroom for the obvious and to wipe away my tears. When I returned.