"Alex settled back in the cab and let him try. That was all he could do.The next building was a squat, dirty green two-story with grimy windows and a ...mell half-way between second-hand semen and a spilled bottle of cheap perfume, the sort someone might use to disguise a cesspool.Two or three Mexican women with furtive eyes were stringing fresh-washed sheets on a line.The taxista went up to one of them and asked if this was La Casa de Los Angeles."Si." The woman, swarthy with the high cheekbones. He was murmuring sweet encouraging words as I sucked him deep into my throat.My hands were caressing his hairy ass and his balls at the same time. My fingers on one hand were slipping into his hairy crack while the other hand cupped his hefty sack. I loved feeling his balls and ass while his cock was sliding in and out of my mouth! And to have him holding my head, making love back (in his own way) was thrilling too. But I was so confused at the same time. “I’ve been thinking about how you ate. Let me introduce you to my buddy, George." His friend, it turned out, owned a clothing store, and he was looking for new models for his catalog. It was just a small shop, so he could only pay in merchandise, but I did need new bras that fit comfortably. And since he specialized in lingerie, finding bras shouldn't be a problem. I told him I'd think about it and get back to him, and he gave me his card. Then, realizing that I didn't really know this guy, and I'd feel safer if I weren't. ‘If you’re not gonna be my new daddy, how come you’re here?’ he asked. ‘Bobby!’ Tina’s exasperated comment didn’t even draw a glance from her son. ‘Your mother and I work together,’ Tommy explained. ‘She and I are friends. I babysat for you the other night, so she invited me to come over and have dinner with you.’ Bobby looked puzzled. ‘Grandma baby-sits for me,’ he said, ‘not you.’ ‘You were asleep when I was here,’ Tommy said. Bobby shrugged. ‘You like the Mutant Karate Hamsters?’ he asked,.