“Oh wow! I gotta sit after that…” He said plopping down on the futon. “Stand for me beautiful, I wanna take a look at that pretty pussy.”I s...ood before him and stripped off my only remaining garment. “Good you still keep it bald.” He complimented.“Duh! You know how I hate hair!” I said patting his bald head.“What happened to the piercing?”“I stopped wearing it a long time ago. Hubby thought it got in the way.”“Strange man….” He muttered. “Turn. I wanna see the booty.”As I rotated I heard an. Dinner will be on the table.I parked the car in the drive, hobbled up the steps to the kitchen door.In my best Desi Arnaz imitation, I called out, "Lucy, I'm home!"From the dining room, I heard, "Dinner's on the table. Come and get it!"Rounding the corner I stood in the doorway. My jaw dropped. There, splayed out on the table was Geri, stark naked."Bearded clam in a warm Bearnaise sauce, directly from chef Lamar."I stepped between her spread thighs, watching as a drool of cum slid slowly down. Their image had just been incorporated into many of the dictators who ruled this island, using the top hatted and skull faced figure to frighten enemies and conceal crimes against the people. At their heart, the Ghede were more humorous than fearsome, though they were spirits of the dead and not to be trifled with unprepared. One thing to remember about the Ghede, they are as unique as the people who spawned them. The only thing they share is a vulgar humor and often perverse view of human. With our periods, came the incredible mix of confusing hormones, the ones that made our pussies tingle and yearn for the fleshy rods of men, our preference of dirty old men, as they had that curious mix of experience and desire, desire for our young bodies that made us feel special and wanted, but experience that the young bucks lacked, and most surprisingly, most had juicy fat cocks to suck on and they had lots of patience, never forcing, just letting us approach them in our own time, and.