The clamor grew to a cacophony as frustrated mourners sobbed and wailed wordlessly. The ornate stained glass, shades of vermillion, azure and gold rat...led in their windows as the din reached unhealthy decibels. I was searching my mind for beautiful words, a last ditch effort in denial, a need for something…something that could remain in memory of my beloved muse. I spoke, and the room hushed. I spoke and millions beyond counting ceased their cries and their gnashing of teeth. Daunted by the. Not yet. I needed to be filled and stretched. I set my sites on the street that led to his house. I decided to pay him an early morning visit. When I knocked on the door, my heart was pounding in my throat and I could feel the juices from my excited pussy dripping down my legs. He finally answered the door, his eyes groggy with sleep, and I pushed myself inside, grabbing his hair and kissing him furiously. He pushed away with a gasp, but when I grabbed his cock through his pyjama pants, he knew. I turned on the showerand stepped in. The hot water felt wonderful against my sweaty skin. Istood in there for what must have been a half hour. "Oh Mister Ford!" "AAAAHHHH!" I screamed. That kid again."Oh please, oh please, oh please, can I have your autograph?" I threw a towel around my waist. "How did you get in here?"He held up a crowbar. "Jimmied the window open." He replied, smiling thatchildlike smile. He pushed the picture under my nose. "Please MisterFord!!" "Kid, if you don't get out. Victor laughed and asked me for a simple favor…"Chance will be there by taking some papers I left on my desk…”“I will handle them to your Boss, babe, do not worry about it…”I hung out just in time to scream loud for another wild orgasm.That black bastard under my body really knew how to please me.I came onto his dick and then he exploded in my cunt, filling me.Then I told him to dress and leave, because my hubby’s Boss would come anytime. Jamal laughed and said he could stay and we could have a.