Plus the sales agent hadn’t looked askance at the thought of a biracial couple buying a house in the neighborhood - not even a quip about their sex ...ife. God, that was so refreshing after that last passive-aggressive house-shopping visit in Thamesville. “This bed can hold a lot of black dicking!” was the last thing they had wanted to hear that day.Before she realized it, Lana had jerked to full wakefulness. Years of hospital experience had taught her brain to respond to the softest of sounds,. Eight o’clock came and I started to get ready. With my makeup on, and everything packed, I walked out to get on the bus. I showed up at nine, exactly on time. He was waiting at the door to go in. He looked like he had tried to dress up. All the money in the world couldn’t make this man look sexy. He was about three hundred pounds and the way his belly was formed, he looked a little like Santa Clause. I didn’t care. He paid well and he was hung, and that was a double bonus in my eyes. His brown. She took one ofthe long white Newports out of the pack and put it inher mouth, and lit it with the lighter. She had smokedenough at parties and other functions just clowningaround to know how the light a cigarette.After lightly drawing on the Newport to get it going,she blew out a small wad of smoke She then put it backin her mouth and drew a little harder, keeping the smokein her mouth for a few seconds before blowing it out.How’s that, she said. I told her it was fine, that shelooked. Granda knelt in front of her, between her legs, with her hands she began to play with his cock.Gran was wanking granda hard again and it started to rise. Clumsily he got on top of her, he was wedged in between gran’s raised and parted knees. I could now see her red suspenders stretching to her black stockings“No Joe, not so hard” Granda started to pound in to gran hard“Just go gentle, Joe”He didn’t listen, he kept pounding away and gran turned her head, it was maybes the alcohol fumes coming.