Androgynous," I thought to myself.I endured an agonising wait at the bus stop, and an even longer busjourney home. Every glance in my direction, from ...very stranger, nomatter how brief, immediately induced an embarrassed flush of my cheeksand a twitch in my crotch.That, however, was nothing compared to the semi-permanent crimson glowand raging erection I experienced when I got home and my mum visuallyand physically inspected Becky's handiwork for herself. She justcouldn't stop running her hands. ..she reaches out her little tongue and licks the drop on the tip. Then, as she pulls back, he begins again, slowly, teasing...again...her fingers are soaked by the stream. With a gentle tug, he brings her to her feet. He looks in her eyes and says "undress for me." She doesn't hesitate. She removes her clothes in record time and he pushes her into the shower. He stands just out of it, and takes his cock in his hand once more. He begins to pee again, spraying it against her legs, and across her. Just stand over me and let me watch you jack off--only don't cum, ok?"I laughed. "Well I don't know what you have in mind, Brit, but I'll play along. You still thinking about a bunch of black prisoners fucking the shit out of you?" I noticed movement outside the side door which opens into our living room. Brittany, laying as she was, couldn't see and I grinned as I saw Darren and a bunch of other black guys in orange prison jumpsuits standing at the screen door. I winked at them and Darren. The couple were reported to have died with theirdaughter and son-in-law over 140 years ago in a HOV accident along thebanks of the Susquehanna river. The camera shifted back to Gary while the anchor kept speaking; "Now yousay you have an address," Yes, it's 1918 Union Road down where the old rail yards used to be." And how did you determine where they'd been taken?" asked the womanwith perfect hair. Gary was silent for a moment, "I can say right now. That's somethingI'd rather talk to the.