Turning a corner, I went up to the street proper and turned toward her house.I felt so naked walking down my street. I just knew, everyone would know ...ho I was and what I was about to do. I waved to old man Parkinson as I passed his house."There's Tony, how're you doin' son?" I'm doin' fine sir. How are you doing?" It felt weird hearing Tony's voice coming out of my mouth."I'm doing all right. Where's your car?" It's over at Murphy's having some work done. So, I figured I'd come over and see. See you later," she saidstubbing out the rest of her cigarette and rushing off.I enjoyed mine and then strolled back to my room to smoke one of my ownbefore getting ready for the seminar.During the day I finished the packet and thought maybe it was time Istopped smoking. Lucy was going to be serious competition.On the bus I dozed off and while I was sleeping Lucy set about painting mylips and putting mascara on my eyelashes. I wasn't aware she was doingthis of course nor did I understand why. I’m Rob, the “dirty old man” of this story at 23. 5’7”, 165 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes, sort of muscular but not overly so, with an amazingly average 6.5” cock. Part one describes how we had bumped into each other at the mall, gone back to where Ivy and I lived and fallen madly in bed together. Part two describes a fun, but for me frustrating at the time, interlude we took between our major sex sessions that ended when the girls finally rejoined me in the living room after taking a long,. Loved to watch her walk away and check that little bubble ass out. Caught myself fantasizing about fucking her. I had never been with a black woman but always wanted to very much. I grew up in the 50's and 60's so never got the chance to be around any black people. I'll call her Denise for namesake. Denise was always dressed to the max, wore spike heels, long skirts, kept her hair long and impeccable. She was flawless. Beautiful and graceful young lady. Since she was married to a minister, I.