It was the other use of his best friend that was the problem. Charlie appeared to be losing interest in females. Deeply disturbed about that Charlie m...unted his motorcycle but the key wouldn’t fit. Was he drunk? Of course not, he thought. Wrong bike. Right model but wrong color. His was red. Charlie rode out of town and into the sunset, at least where the sunset had been captured in the woolly clouds four hours earlier. Or was it five? Christ his mom would clobber him and serve his dinner. She was sort of pouting now, and I felt, oh I don't know, perhaps bad? This girl could be posing for a thug and as soon as the door is open all the way I could be taken out by any number of stronger than me meth heads, killed, mugged, and I really can’t relocate again this year. Maybe I thought I was dreaming, maybe I was still really horny from just having been interrupted mid-jerk-off, and it had been ages since my cock felt the warm embrace of a wet pussy, but for some reason…“Okay, sorry I. The towel had fell open slightly, she could partially she his huge black cock head, peeking out from underneath the small towel. she was speakless,frozen there just in awe of it. He asked if everything was alright. Beth snapped out of it and answered yes. She slowly began to massage the back of his legs. She couldn't concentrate at all, she was curious,and wanted to see the rest of his black monter snake. She tried talking herself out of it. Beth never cheated on her husband, and she loved. She had full breasts but not huge and was very fit like a soccer player.I had hung my tuxedo up and had put on some shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, what today they would call a bowling shirt without the name on my chest. The girls each had on a sundress. Cathy had on sandals but Cindy and I were barefoot. I stepped out of my room and Humberto just happened by. I asked him for another bucket of ice and six glasses. He said it would be his pleasure and he was off. I went into the room and un-wrapped.