Once inside Aunt Hattie’s house, things began to look somewhat familiar. My mother and Aunt Hattie had been friends, but strangely, mom never mentio...ed her after we left Mansfield. Over tea, we discussed reminiscences from years past. I asked about Ron Carpenter and she told me Ronnie was a very successful businessman but lived in nearby Galion, Ohio. After finding out that I was staying in a motel along Interstate 70, Aunt Hattie insisted I stay with her. Later that I day, I checked out of my. My husband then began to laugh and told me to turn my webcam on and have fun. Therefore, I invited Tom in and told him to watch a little TV while I took a shower. Then after my shower I called my husband and ask him if he was ready to watch, and I turned my webcam on so he could enjoy the view. I position my webcam where my husband could enjoy the show, and then I walked over to Tom where he began to rub on my tits and ass. While Tom began to rub on my body I began to return the favor and I. It wasn’t like she looked strange or anything, just a black girl who was offering to screw his head off. Fuck it; he hadn’t even felt the bite at first until she started to suck him dry. He had a choice, drink from her or die. At the time, he was still inside her and pinned under her hips with little strength left. It hadn’t really mattered very much until he had met Sal, but now he wanted to be like any other man with a normal relationship and a life.“…As a matter of fact, that is exactly what. This time he took her anally. He grunted and groaned before he got his release, then jumped in the shower, dressed like a mayor and left.Before leaving he said, "Take the elevator to the second floor, then walk down to the lobby. Find your own way home."Gail took a cab and was home by ten that morning. Grant was out back mowing the lawn.She and Grant had a short talk when he got back from the yard. She said it wasn't horrible but was short on details. He really didn't want to hear about them.