Sara don't blow this, do what ever it takes...that dreadful voice whispered in my ear.. followed by... You might even like it.. then another extended ...nigger and what sounded like hands clapping together..in the background.I felt the hand between my legs, the sweet wine scented breath in my face, and then her mouth closed over mine.My eyes shot open.. the breath completely knocked out of me, her tongue snaking between my lips, wandering around in my mouth the sheer surprise and sudden attack. I was hard soon and she noticed it. She spread her legs and guided my virgin cock to her hole. Instinctively I gave a good push. As she gave a loud moan, my entire length slipped into her love hole. My god we were hi heaven. Her pussy was gripping my throbbing cock. I love the feeling of being inside a woman’s pussy. It was warm and wet. She then said to my ear. “Come on boy, fuck me”,I started to come in and out of her, slowly increasing the speed. She was moaning louder as she wrapped her. I felt like I was on top of the world after that song. I looked back at Joe, swiping my fingers across my right eye, like I was wiping away my tears.He nodded and started playing an old song written years ago by Fred Rose. This is one of Mom’s favorites and when we started, I wished she could hear me sing it with this sound system - Joe backing me up, and Larieta making that piano sound so sad.Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain ©1945 Fred RoseIn the twilight glow I see herBlue eyes cryin’ in the. He figured that if there were any wires in the walls, they’d be evident in the attic, above them. The attic was lighted only by two small stained glass windows at either end. After stumbling over several boxes, his eyes adjusted to the dim glow from the windows. He managed to wend his way to the window at one end. He tried to open it, but quickly surmised it was not designed to be opened. He assumed the same to be true of the window in the opposite end, so he went back downstairs to the.