"I'm sure your mom and mine would just love that," I said finishing my meal."Well, my dad could care less where I am," Lisa muttered. "When he's not ...orking he's drunk at the bar or at home." I didn't know anything about either Katey or Lisa's home lives. It hurt to hear and sounded like it was painful, so I said, "Well, if you ever need a place to stay, you can always come here."Lisa arched an eyebrow at me, "Cannot stand being away from my pussy every night?"I stuttered caught off guard,. It was getting very hard to resist this woman, wet behind the ears though she may be.When we left, Timothy, ever full of energy, beat us to the car."I get to sit in the middle this time!" he announced."Well lah-de-da," said his mother. "Maybe I should sit in the back, like they do in the fancy cars, and you could be my footman and Bob could be my driver." Okay!" said Timothy.And that's how I drove them home.It was still early, in terms of daylight, but once we got back she told Timothy to go. On my way back to the hotel there was a bar and it looked really gloomy and it had tables out the front and it was full of black men, I walked into the bar and it was like "Who are you" and what are you doing in the bar.I ordered a drink and the bar man said in broken English you do know you are the only white man here! its ok I said I don't mind. I sat at the bar and was drinking my pint and a black man walked up to me and in an African voice said are you Ok, yes my friend I am just having 1. ’ Paige pulled back. ‘It’s too big to fit.’ ‘You don’t need to do this.’ ‘Yes I do.’ She forced her face down and gagged. Down again and gagged again. ‘Is this right?’ ‘Yeah, but you’ve got to get past the gag thing.’ ‘How far did she go down?’ ‘All the way’ ‘Is this how all the girls do it?’ ‘That was the only time for me.’ ‘Not for long. That fucking bitch.’ Paige dove again and gagged again but kept pushing. She was gurgling and sputtering loudly but she kept forcing herself down on my cock.