“What are you doing here?” was all that I could muster as an opening comment, she actually looked sweet and innocent as she looked at me standing ...here like death.Before she could answer I beckoned her in, “Fancy a coffee?” I said as I had just made some.She nodded her head as we walked into the kitchen and I poured more coffee as Cindy sat herself down.“You look like shit mister” she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, “Frank, my name is Frank and yes, I do look like shit, I feel like. .." Darla Jean husked. She was here, and she had a supply of hot cock; she was GOING to get her fill! She started moving on Randall's erection.But the position wasn't adequate; Darla Jean couldn't get enough motion with her legs stretched out. How she managed what she did next -- get her knees up, inside the bag, WITHOUT losing contact with Randall's erection -- neither of them would ever know, but necessity is the mother of invention... Head tucked, lips working at the junction between. Second, instead of the usual blue bottoms and top that look like pajamas, she’s wearing one of those sexy nurse outfits that they sell in novelty shops. It’s a blindingly white mini-dress, very tight, with a zipper that goes all the way down the front. On her feet are black leather pumps with 5-inch stiletto heels that look really uncomfortable. Her legs are spectacular. Her blonde hair is long and straight, flowing down past her shoulders. She’s wearing cherry-red lipstick. “Good morning, Mr.. .. I think I might be gay ... or half gay, or something.“You’re telling me this, why,” Jimmy looking a bit concerned.“I don’t know who to turn to, everybody else might make fun of me.”“What about Nazz?”“I ... she caught me once. I sat my phone down once, thinking it was safe, she came out the bathroom faster than I thought and saw it. I tried to explain to her ... she dumped me. She said she couldn’t be with a guy who looks or likes guys like that.”“That’s just rude! I thought she was better.