" The fact that she was Black while I was White went unremarked. The clerk was pretty laid back, and didn't bat an eye when I asked him for some token... for the video booths. After looking at the magazines for another minute, we went into the video arcade and selected a booth. Like most of the booths in this place, ours had a gloryhole in one wall. I had come here occasionally in the past for some relief; I had gotten quite a few enthusiastic blowjobs, and even given a few, even though I was. As I cut I indulged in fantasies of medieval ladies gathered in a sunlit room of some castle, dressed in lovely long gowns, each with a potential new long gown on their lap placing precise stitches by hand. I longed to be one of those ladies, secure in their art and creativity. But daydreams must fade and I could put it off no longer, it was time to confront my old enemy - the dreaded sewing machine.I doubt if Mr. Morse knew what havoc he would bring to my life when he invented the thing. On. He did not even look at me. I was confused. It was about 6 in the morning he went to school. I was tired so I slept. When I woke up it was 10 in the morning I felt pleasant after being fucked after a long time. Then I woke up cleaned the room.I went to my close friend (who made to think to seduce my son in the last story. I didn’t mention her name in the last story her name is vanitha.There as soon as she saw me she asked you have a lot of smile in your face. I said I have been relieved after a. No, damn you likeabsolutely beautiful. If I didn't know it I would swear you were anactual girl."I told him how much I appreciated the complement and how glad I was thathe was here. I suggested that we take our beer into the family room andget comfortable. We set on the big overstuffed love seat and sipped onour beer. I asked him what had made him approach me at the store since Ihad noticed he was married.He told me he had been married for a couple of years and it seemed hiswife had lost.