..”“Don’t tell me it needs cleaning. I judged you far too anal-retentive to leave a dirty apartment.”Laughing, he shot back, “I’m choosing...to take that as a compliment. No, it’s clean. I have cleaners, and they were there a few days after I moved out here. Though it’s probably a little stuffy.”“I’m not worried about it. Later on, it’s not going to matter.”“What does that mean?”“Fewer questions. More showering.”“It’s not much, but it’s all mine.”She looked around, her eyes twinkling. “Manly. So. "Aengus... !" Margie started but could say no more, as grief overcame her, and the tears continued to roll down her cheeks. Katie took the phone from her."Is this Patrick?" Katie asked. "This is Katie. What's wrong with Aengus!?" She listened on the phone for a short time before tears started sliding down her cheeks also. "No," she moaned in agony, "No, no, no!" Katie shook with grief, as I took the phone from her trembling hand."Patrick, this is Mark. What's wrong?" I asked."Our Father passed. I know what I was thinking, how much I wanted that BBC. We had been talking online for weeks. First just getting to know each other and then he started talking dirty with me. Teasing me on how he wanted to grab my big booty and how he wanted to fill me up with his thick dark cock. Every time I talked to him my pussy would get wet. So when he kept asking me to meet him for a drink in a public place, I thought what could be the harm.He did have one request though, that I wore a skirt without. The sun highlighted his body. I could see the tiny fine hairs on his shoulders, back, and ass, and his cock was proudly displayed in a warm golden ray of sun.The morning discussion started out with references to the fun we had the day before. It wasn’t long before Don put on some nylon mesh basketball shorts and the conversation continued. Our conversation naturally turned to sex. We commented on some of the hot girls at the hotel pool and the beach the day before. I soon found out that Don.