I had sat down in the middle of a puddle of cum someone had left in the plastic chair. How fucking nasty I thought but then again it was kind of a ni...e present to leave behind. The booth and the room smelled like stale cum and the booth floor was sticky with loads of cum that had been spent from many cocks. I lit a menthol cigarette to mask the smell of the goo on the floor and in my seat.I heard a man clear his throat in the booth next to me and look at the hole in the wall through which. I felt her muscles tense and relax and tense again. She was already so tense that when she relaxed it wasn’t for long and soon the lightest touch of my tongue kept her muscles taut and trembling. I abandoned my variation of speed but not that of pressure and adopted a focused rhythm. I heard her gasp for air and shout: “Oh baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Her body launched into a spate of spasms. Her nails now clawed into my skull, firmly keeping my mouth attached to her, for which I was. He was apologetic telling me that the men who had attempted to rob me were known to one of his clerks who may have told them about my spending spree. He gave me a strange look and told me, "We had heard that you were a dangerous man in a gun battle, but no one expected you to be able to kill three men with your bare hands while they had guns." I knew that this had never happened. I had been on the ground trying to stay conscious while they were robbing me. I wondered why my wives had said. It wouldn't be long before Aunt Jane would have him eating out of her hand. I was looking forward to it; Uhuru was a very interesting person and a blast to talk with. It was just such a nuisance having to get dressed to go visit."What are you chuckling about, Lover?"I was just thinking how Uhuru gets red in the face ... well; you know what I mean ... whenever he sees us in our weekend outfits. How was your day?" Bo-ring! You'd think people have no initiative whatsoever anymore ... You?" Believe.