She was angry already,probably because I hadn't been home when she did. After all, it had only beena day."I, uh . . . " I looked at her, totally lost ...or words. She on the otherhand, looked at me like I was the trespasser that I appeared to be."So you're the little slut that my boyfriend has been sleeping with behind myback." She said nastily."Boyfriend? No, I'm not. . " I didn't know what to say. I knew she wouldn'tbelieve the truth, but I didn't have anything else to work with."Well guess. Akhir kar meri chuttiyan aa hi gayi and main readily apne ghar ke liye nikal pada. Bus stop pe mujhe papa ne receive kiya. Mere papa kheton mein kaam kar karke pure fit hain. 45+ ki umar mein itna chiseled body hona badi muskil ki baat hai. Phir dono apne bike pe ghar ke liye nikal pade. Ghar ghuste hi meri nazar bas use hi dhund rahi thi. Jaise hi usne mujhe dekha mujhe unhone kas ke hug kar liya. Pehle bhi kafi baar unhone hug kiya hai but aaj ki baat alag thi. Unke boobs mere chest se dabe. "You want this black cock to fuck your ass, don't you, my sweet slut?" You ask."Oh yes, please bury that black cock in my ass! I want to feel how fucking full it'll make me!" I reply.You grab my hips and pull me towards you as you push the head of your cock past the tight ring."Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck! You are so fucking tight!" you exclaim. You try not to blow your load with just the head in my ass, you want to feel the tightness deep. You want to fill my ass with your awesome manhood. You pause. . right?He ignored his lack of taste, and dulled sense of smell. It was from the chemical war, of course. He’d heard all about the awful long-term affects the gases had on survivors.The deadened colors weren’t so easily explained, but he’d suffered a trauma, not just death but years of war. Surely things were bound to happen and change. After all, he was lucky compared to not only the men around him, but the ones who would never make it back.He was grateful. He said it over and over again,.