She gave me the address, and as it was almost 5pm, I left work and headed for London. I arrived at the address given, which wasn't a studio at all. It...was a posh apartment near Bond Street, with an entry phone. I pressed the button, and was greeted by a man's voice, with an American accent, asking me to come to the third floor.When I emerged from the lift, I was met by a muscular black man (the American), who ushered me along a corridor and into a huge apartment, where lo and behold, there. He was fucking me so hard and it felt so damn good. I couldn't help but scream with every thrust, "Yes! Yes! Uh! Fuck! Me! Fuck! ME! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Fuck your fat ass is tight boy!" He yells. Surprisingly he pulls out and grabs my head and brings it towards his cock. Ready for it with my mouth open, I take it and suck it hungrily. Licking and suck his head like there was no tomorrow. Bill pulls my head back and slaps my lips with his cock a few times before shoving it between my lips again. I can. ”“Thank you.”Joyce said, “Becky tells me that you sew.”“Yes.”I said, “She sews most of her clothes. Becky and Pam wanted to know where she shopped for clothes. She made this outfit. I know what she packed. All of it is her handiwork.”Sandy said, “I’m going to make him some shirts. Men’s pants are too much trouble though.”I grinned and said, “I can always stop wearing them.”Sandy said, “Jack, you are crazy.”I had to say it. “Sanity is so-o overrated.”“Keep your pants on.”Dad said, “I will have. I’m focussing, thinking about how upset Ava was just a few moments ago. If I don’t play along she’ll most likely unleash a whirlwind of drama on me - I know her that well. I’m noticing I’m still holding my breath. I’m breathing out, briefly but strongly. Now I’m taking a deep breath in, then breathing out slowly. “Are you ok, dad?” “Um… I’m just trying to get used to this position. It’s somewhat unusual, isn’t it?” Ava pauses for a few moments, then replies: “Yeah, I guess. It really helps my.