His black coat matched his hair and shoes. Carl always wore a black toupee. Diner patrons referred to Carl’s toupee as, “Hair by Monsanto.” Othe...s mumbled that Carl’s hair had more petroleum than most oil cans.Carl thought his black shoes rendered him invisible. Invisible meant safe and Carl lived for safety. The owner of a serious case of agoraphobia, Carl rarely ventured out and when he did, it was almost always to a place he felt safe.Last Chance was one place Carl felt he could cope. The. I took care of business, taking my time before finally going back into the bedroom. I halted a few steps away from the door and stared at the empty bed. I jerked my head to the side as the bathroom door closed and backed into the wall as James approached. He stopped with his hands either side of my head and his lips an inch from mine. "I'm gonna need an answer, Sophie." I tapped a finger against my lips, pretending to deliberate as my eyes travelled down to the tent in his boxers. I met his. ...jokingly to start with,both of us laughing and I have got to be honest,i started to flirt with her....I was getting quite aroused.After a couple more drinks we were both quite tipsy and she was sat nearly on top of me,the really strong scent of her leather coat was starting to get me very hard..i..think she noticed when her hand rested on my thigh......she looked at me and whispered in my ear,that what she really was missing was sex and judging what was going on in my trousers,she said she. She reached down and grabbed my hard cock in her hand and slid it back and forth across her wet pussy lips.“Ready to become a member?” she asked with a wicked grin.“I’m more than ready,” I told her.She slowly began to sink down on my cock until it was buried deep inside of her. She placed her hands on my shoulders and moved her hips back and forth, taking in the feeling. I moaned softly and her eyes full of lust met mine and her index finger raised to her lips making the shushing motion.