At the time I had seen "Old man Jack" as just that, but I couldn't in any way shape or form see Mabel, as being an older Maybelline as I remembered he... back then, or now. She had certainly changed yes, but if anything, even more attractive than I remembered her. Which in a way, made everything I had recently learned about her, that much harder for me to digest and accept. If in fact, I ever could.Sitting there at my kitchen table waiting for the phone to ring, I ran so many scenarios through my. Her hair was in an emo-like rainbow pattern. She’d hung nearly still, her feet moving in small circles, for almost a minute before she started kicking in earnest. Then she’d lasted nearly as long as Carole. She’d looked like she was enjoying it, cute, pouty mouth like a girl who’s ready long before her boyfriend, but somehow hadn’t really cum. Just gotten so wet she glistened.I was allowed to turn and watch during those hangings. It made so excited. Dripping wet.So I’m standing straight and. He stood and lowered his trousers and boxers then sat back down on the bed. Guiding my head with the broad hamfisted hands that had just spanked me mercilessly, he put the fat knobhead of his cock against my lips and I took it into my mouth gratefully. I blew him like he was a long lost lover and I could tell he loved it when I looked up at him and batted my long fake eyelashes as my cherry red lips wrapped around his engourged member. He came. I swallowed. The next thing I remember I was being. He desires control; to control the experience. When he sounds, I moan. Cues for him to pleasure me. I control the pleasure I take from him. Intense pleasure. Shrouded pleasure. Dark pleasure.My black triangle, the dark between my legs, makes me Cat Woman. I wait for the Dark Knight.While I lie in blackness, I wait for dark lust to overtake me. I like it black…and dark. I like the shaft black. I like the sex black. I close my eyes to keep it black. When there is no light, all men are black but.