A large black man accompanied by an entourage of half a dozen came strolling out of the of the Hyatt hotel that was part of the mall. The big man was ...earing a Broncos sweatshirt.My brother got a big grin on his face, waved and shouted, “Antwaan!”“Coach!” Antwaan Booker shouted back. “It’s great to see you.” I was amused to hear that my brother’s high school nickname, which made the jump to Penn State, had followed him out to Denver too. Our two groups merged as Antwaan and Kyle introduced. It tended to hurt her bedside manner now, didn’t it? Anyway, seeing that I was in a rather brusque mood, she quit her banter and focused on strictly professional matters. That was good, since I really wanted to be in the best of health to testify at Lisa’s and Steven’s trials and his medical ethics hearing. I didn’t want to waste time arguing the ethics of marital revenge with some priggish nurse.I fell back asleep and had pretty rough dreams for who knew how long. I still felt a lot of pain. I moaned softly and put my hands on his face. He looked up at me and smiled. "You like that?" he whispered. I nodded and began to relax, to take it all in... I was about to fuck four young college studs, at my age. YUMMY. J pulled his hand out of my underwear and I could feel him undoing his pants. "I'm gonna fuck you right here," he whispered. I was too busy with Mark's fingers to acknowledge his declaration. About a minute later I felt J tugging on my panties. He pulled them all the way down,. 'I let it slide. I was very flattered that I might still be attractive to someone half my age, and I was very tempted to find out how serious she was, but she was not the only hairdresser in the place today. The shop was shared by four women, two of the others were present and tending to their female customers, Jennifer was the only one who cut men's hair. I had learned many years before that I had a very distinctive voice, low and rumbling in character it carried very well, even at lower tones.