I lapped at it hungrily and ran my tongue up his crack and over his reddened hole. I licked my way up over his cum soaked balls and the puddles of cum...on his stomach that he had shot on himself. I was vaguely aware of several guys sitting in chairs around me, stroking themselves as they watched me move up to the stray shots of cum on his chest and finally licking the cum from his face and mouth as I untied him.One of the guys helped him from the table and led him away as I lay down in his. And even his 5-year-old sister Truluv had read it.I asked, "Really? You have a sister named 'True Love'?" Yeah, Truluv," he said, and he spelled it for me. "That was my Aunt Harriet's idea. She got a lot o' goofy ideas."When Stepper was finished for the day he gave me a brief tour of Beale Street, which had not changed very much since its heyday at the turn of the century. This street was "downtown" for blacks who lived in that area, although many of the businesses had since been bought out by. I slowly went to explore the house since she wasnt seem to be there at the house.Her house was pretty neat, small yet pretty homey. I would say its an ideal place for a young couple. Which in my case technically we was, despite the fact she was like 10 years elder than me. So when I go to the dining room there was a tea awaiting me,with a note. Please dont go. I will be back soon.I was wondering how could I go leaving a women like this, I would’ve stayed there all my life for a night like that. . given up ... melted. And I could tell he knew it! His hands were suddenly everywhere: on my arms and sides and breasts and thighs. His tongue was in my mouth, and his hand was pushing my knees apart, and it was like I was made out of cooked pasta; I had no strength, no will of my own. Somehow, he’d unlatched my bra, and my blouse was pulled up to my chin, and his mouth was on my breasts and he was sucking on my nipples.“Before I knew what had happened, I was outside the car. I was standing in.