It was a big box that I knew would lead her to think this was it…but…no such luck. As she tore away the paper I could see she thought she finally ...it her gift but another note had her traveling again, this time to the kitchen. When she got to the stove there was a card waiting for her. I professed my love once again and offered her the final piece to her treasure map. The map took her back to the beginning and once again she was at the Christmas tree. Tucked in the back in the tree was a small. They had pasty skin and sunken eyes, which I didn't. They were pure junkie whore material. Also they wore almost no clothing. Strips of cloth which barely covered anything. They might as well have been standing around naked."What? ya'll got a thing for meth head whores," I said with a laugh."I wouldn't say that too loud, a couple of those women are married to these guys," Eddie said."And that changes what? other than their names," I said."You got a smart mouth on you that's for sure," Eddie. The tempo of the hard penetration increased as well; the gasping became moaning. I got out of bed with my dick fully hard and moved to place my ear on the wall; I wanted to hear the two of them in greater detail. After another ten minutes, the penetration became even faster.Angela now was grunting hard and loud, in a way that seemed a bit muffled, as she had her face buried into a pillow. I could imagine that workaholic bitch was enjoying a hard fuck from behind, with her brand new lover. But very often they look in, leave, and return a few minutes later - which is what happened in this case. About 5 minutes later the black guy was back. This time he stepped into the booth. I gave him a big smile, "Hi, Sweetie!" I said. He nodded. "You want a blow job, baby?" I asked him. He looked at me. "Hail yeah." he said. I got down on my knees at his feet. I was really excited because he was extremely hot looking. He was young, no more than 30, about 6',2" or 3", dressed hip-hop gangsta.