She turned around. "Squat" She understood and again eased herself into a low squat (an ability that will surprise many. It is common in many developin... countries to squat low for many household chores. She could do it like a 20 year old gymnast despite being probably in her mid-fifties). I stood by her and she obediently began to suck. Regaining my erection, I noticed she steadied herself on one of my thighs. I followed her other arm, and saw the forearm disappear under her ample belly. She was. "You won't find no one home there."I nearly jumped up, and strained to hear whom Jacques was talking to. Monique had closed her book to look at me when Jacques' loud voice called out again. "Trust me mister. No one is home. You just wasting your time."I headed to the front door and opened it to see a man dressed in a suit standing in the driveway of my house. He looked over at Jacques and said. "Do you know the people who live here then?"I wanted to respond, but Jacques gave a cheeky reply.. You don't know shit about love or loss or anything because you've never even loved. And I'm sick of your shit and you ragging on Jen all the time, like it's supposed to make me feel better if you call my ex-girlfriend a slut or something. So why don't you go out and get some knowledge about the world and a real fucking relationship and then you can come back and maybe I'll listen to you." Fuck off Harper. You're so fucking sorry you don't even know how sorry you are. Fuck you!" Darius told him,. He moaned as I did this and took hold of my other hand, placing it on his stiff cock and guided me, his hand on mine, rubbing up and down his shaft. I loved the feel of it, all fleshy and firm in my hand. He reached out for me, swiftly undoing my trousers and slipping his hand inside my boxer shorts. Gasping at his first touch, his hand soon stroked me to an erection, I found myself starting to push back and forth, my cock swelling in his palm as he gently wanked me. My hand went to his.