"Can I help you?" A handsome black man asked at the front desk."No, I'm just looking." I answered dumbly."You ain't from around here, is you?" He aske...."No sir. I'm just looking."I realized I was talking to James Bracken, the founder of VJ Records in 1950. This was the same record company that would be the first to sign the Beatles about a year later than this. James Bracken was also the co-writer of many famous blues records. Him and his wife Vivian were the V and J in VJ.I asked him about the. Kevin's smell was still on the pillows and in the bed. The room still reeked of their joining twenty-four hours ago. Everything reminded her of him. She kept replaying the kiss he left her with at the dealership. It was a kiss that left her panties soaked and her resolve weak. If he would have asked her then for another date she would have agreed on the spot. Then again, she would have cancelled once she got her wits about her.The entire way into work she thought about Kevin. She wondered if he. ” When it came through the hole, this new cock was a big black one. My first. I could see the veins running the length of it all the way to a big ball sac. The balls looked expanded like they were already filled with cum. It must have been ten-inches long. Fortunately the hole on that side was larger than the other, easily big enough that he could fit not only his big hard cock but his balls too. I slipped off the commode and down to my knees in front of the hole and took his swollen black. Shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash went on the floor next to the antique claw-foot tub. I gently placed my Venus razor and shave gel on the soap dish screwed to the shower piping before shedding my robe. I glanced at myself in the digging mirror, running my hands down my generous figure and slipping off the boyshort panties. Stepping into the tub, I closed the water taps and settled into the steaming water, piling my hair on top of my head as I leaned back. I sat for a few moments, luxuriating.