I walked around the back of the parking lot. I was taking a piss in the back alley of the restaurant. I was only wearing a tight black shirt. Some car...o shorts. Some black sandals. I pushed my wet cock back in my black boxer briefs. I looked around as I walked back to my cab. I was maybe five feet from the back when I heard a loud noise. I then heard some people shouting. A couple guys were whistling. I looked up in front of my cab. About twenty feet from the hood. There was some guys gathering. On seeing me looking at her collection, she asked whether I have read any of it. While she was tending to my bruise, we had a small conversation on literature. She seemed well read and I hardly realized when our subject changed to sex and fidelity.On sudden realization of it, I became quiet.Then, she went on, “Oh! Come on..I thought you of a quite open type.” Then she started teasing me with all the earlier statement that I’ve made in our conversation on freedom and independence, telling me how. Fuck." I started finger fucking her and telling her how sweet and beautiful she was. I knew she was. She was so pretty and I loved her. I wanted to fuck her. I was going to fuck my stepsister now, while her mother was taking her shower, rubbing her pussy the way I knew she did. I thought of Cindy, and I crept up on the bed and slowly fed my cock into Sheila's pussy. So tight. I pushed it all the way in, and she cried out, begging for more prick, more cock. "You like this, don't you Sheila? Ah,. . Darlene."Roger awkwardly threw out his arm displaying the rather faded red interior of his black cape. From backstage appeared a woman dressed in an obviously very old, red-sequined gown. Most of the sequins had long ago departed.With one quick glance, Ken determined that this woman might be the most unattractive female he had ever seen. Even the stage make-up, which she wore in abundance, did not disguise that she was simply ugly in every way. The coup de gras came when she smiled revealing.