" Susie said very practically.Well, I coudn't see much wrong with her tits, they looked great to me, but I was not about to deny her anything especial...y as she dropped to her knees in front of me and her soft mouth devoured my hard shaft in one easy motion. Her tongue wrapped itself around my glans. Oh save me I thought as I felt and realised that she had a piercing in her tongue and the little bead was teasing at my frenum. Thats about the only thought I had as my balls tensed and I knew I was. Suzanne was ten years, ten weeks and ten days younger than my Mom. She had her hair done up in a perm which was not popular at the time, but looked really good on her.When I first met her I was polite and all, but then she had me come with her out to her car to help bring in things from her car. She lots of boxes full of things and pointed out two boxes that I should take into my room. It turns out they were full of Batman Comic books from a long time ago. He looked different from what I. What was I to do? Black women didn’t want me, and White women seemed strange, dangerous and unapproachable to me. I kept to myself. I focused on improving my life. As a refugee claimant in Canada, I had to face a judge who would make a decision in my case. The judge I faced, an old White guy, didn’t seem to care about all the twists my life had taken. He denied me refugee status in Canada. I got a lawyer and appealed. And you know what? I won on appeal. I then applied for permanent resident. The bleach blond I had seen earlier and another woman, also in her early forties. She was brunet, slim, short, and probably wore a “D” cup. She was pretty but, in my opinion, she wore too much makeup. They were both peaking around the corner, then the brunet said to another one whom I couldn’t see yet, “Wow, you weren’t kidding!"The blond spoke to me as I was covering myself, “Oh don’t do that on our account."Both women came the rest of the way around the corner and to my bedside. Just then.