.yeah”, he replied.“How often do you do it?”, I asked.Paul got a little nervous and hesitated. He eventually said he did it a few times a week. ... could already feel my dick starting to get hard. Still nervous, Paul changed the subject and said we should play some cards. I got the cards out and we started to play poker. A few hands in, we were back to being bored. I had never done anything with a guy before, and after being in high school for half a year and showering with other guys after gym,. Tameesha was African-American, married, had a warm even dark-caramel completion, unnaturally, yet very flattering, straight black hair, and was, like many African women, gifted with a large round firm ass that ‘popped’ and looked like it always wanted a good hard fuck. She lived about 45 minutes away from the warehouse parking lot we had just had a ménage-a-trois in, so, we talked as I drove. She joked about her brief acquaintance Don, who we had just played with. We both theorized about. Last year I sold it and retired. That was when I started making improvements around my house. I had it insulated, I had new double pane windows installed, and new Vinyl siding put on. I had a new roof put on even though I didn’t need one. I was preparing for the rest of my life…hopefully with a trouble free house.I had installed a new fence all around my backyard. It was an eight-foot privacy fence that had been guaranteed for twenty years.I built my back porch as a deck that would surround the. ” 10 minutes later we were parked in front of Carla’s house. “What are we doing here?” She killed the engine and honked the horn twice. “Earlier in study hall Carla wanted me to come over to her house tonight. I told her that I ’de come.” I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could she stopped me. “I just didn’t tell her I was bringing you with me.”Carla opened the door expecting to only see Snow. The look she had on her face when she saw me was priceless. “You lied!! You said you.