It wasn’t much of a meal, but it was better than some meals that he had eaten in the past. One of the advantages of working was getting to eat food ...hat hadn’t come out of a dumpster.He took a bite of the sandwich and washed it down with a swig of his beer. It was hard to believe that beer was cheaper than soft drinks in this area. A noise off to his right suggested that a customer was working his way through the assorted junk scattered around the area. Cursing his luck that he couldn’t even. Hey she's a nice older lady, who knows what she'd do with her clothes off?"Then it was my turn to tell dad about Sally and her mom. It turned into a strange conversation in a burger bar. Dad asked a lot of questions about ages, bodies, looks., education, things like, "I mean are they presentable, would you bring them home to have dinner with your mom?" Then he would ask did they like sucking, doing this doing that, swallow, gulp, did they enjoy the spankings and so on. All the while wholesome. My wife said that for a few weeks, this younger black guy had been coming into the store where she worked, a small corner/deli type store where she worked alone most of the time. He was nice to her, complimented her from time to time. Well one time, a few weeks ago, he asked her if she'd ever been with a black man. She told him that she hadn't and that since she was married, she guessed it would never happen. He just laughed off her response. He pressed on she said. One day he came in with. “Are you sore there?” I asked.“Just a little,” she said. “I’ll be fine.”“Let me put some lotion on there, I don’t want them getting worse; and becoming an open cut. I didn’t think I hit there all that hard.”“It wasn’t hard, at least not too hard,” she said. “Did you know that you made me come doing that? First, I started peeing, and that felt so good; I squeezed my muscles tight with each stroke, and as I started spurting pee; I was so turned on ... I kept squeezing and relaxing my muscles,.