Inside I could see a technician monitoring an array of electronic equipment including several flat screen television monitors, four radio receivers an... three lap top computers. A large, well muscled black man was sitting in the front seat of the van. Nodding to us, Jeff Wheeler said, "Ms. Munson, Mr. Reese, good evening. They're in there, but for a while I thought they were going to leave." I looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?" He shook his head. "It was the funniest. Taking me in his broad arms and kissing me fiercely, while his long beard brushed along my skin. His meaty hands caressed my back and I got wrapped up by the heat of his touch. Then he grabbed me by my ankles and forced my legs up in the air. He licked his thick calloused fingers and brought them to my hole. ‘‘Hmmm,’’ he groaned. ‘‘Santa’s gonna take care of that tonight.’’ After which he buried his face in my crevice and began to eat me out like a bag of candy. I gasped as his tongue slid. Inside there were a lot of pictures (mostly b&w but there were some two dozens color ones too) of her naked (some artistic nudes but most were explicit ones) and of her having sex with various men. Most of the men were much younger than she was in those pictures (by the way she looked they were taken sometimes in the 80's so she was like between 50yo and a little past 60yo). The pictures really turned me on! She was so hot. Her body was round...I guess near BBW by today's standards but very. She had three or four kinds of Gourmet shit, but her house brand was the best in my opinion. I called it truck stop coffee, because it was black and seemed thick.After breakfast I rode the bike to the Mall, where I did four laps. Every few days I added a little more distance to the morning walk. After the walk, I rode around town just a few miles, then went back to Helen's. I ordered the same breakfast again, but without coffee and I got it to go. I figured I would buy Bernard a decent.