Paullooked at his key, number 26."You must be the new janitor."Paul nodded as he opened his locker."Yes, I'm Paul. Paul Ballard."One of the black men ...as only wearing boxers. He walked over to Paul."Did anyone tell you what the janitor does around here?"Paul was only five foot 10, he meekly stared up at him."It's sweeping and mopping and basic cleaning up." That's exactly right! Cleaning up black COCK!"The man dropped his boxers, relieving his huge, thick black cock.Paul never seen a black. ”“Oh, and you can tell Dan, Karen, and Vicky that yes, it was me who put the idea in Vicky’s head for her to stop and help Dan the night they met. Vicky was supposed to have a flat tire but I had no control over the car accident, so I had to act fast.”“And to settle another question I’ll answer, yes, it was me and Abby’s Mom, Maryanne, who stopped Karen from driving her car off the cliff and killing herself. She was in such a mess. Maryanne wasn’t going to let Abby live without her future. Finally a sound I knew came to my ears. A sound I had heard almost everyday. It was repeated over and over again. first starting slow, a determined grinding, followed by a long fluid stroke, ending in a sudden silence, in endless repetition. Opening my eyes, looking across that same room I collapsed in those many hours before. A visage of an older man, sitting at the table, slowly and methodically drawing a whet stone over the edge of my gladius, humming quietly. Lifting my blanket to see that. Kim felt their cum in her and felt how stretched out she had become. Harry was the first to pull out of Kim’s ass. Just having him pull out was an amazing feeling and she responded by rolling her hips back on Bill’s cock slowly grinding on him again. She propped her self up from laying on him and passionately kissed him for a few seconds before sliding her ass up and letting his cock fall from her. She could feel how gapped she was and she forced her ass closed as to not leak cum everywhere but.