The old man looked up. He smiled for a moment as he recognized his visitor. "Mr. Pennyworth." he said in a voice tinged with sadness. "Come in. I've b...en expecting you."A large cushioned chair, just like the one he'd left at home appeared on the usually barren floor of the little shop. "Have a seat." said the old man, who sat down in a second chair, far less plush, that had also just appeared."You know why I've come then?" asked J. Pennington Pennyworth in what was less a question then a. .?"As soon I closed my screen Right in front of me stood Amy Adams still in her red curled hair still wearing her black and blue dress." Hi Friend!" Oh Hi Amy,What are you doing in my room?! " I moved my computer to the floor"I got lonely,friend. I want... stay with you I got a long flight tommorow and I want to stay with you also my wet pussy and I want to stay with you!" Well....you can stay in my room." And I will " With that she dropped her gorgeous Gucci black and blue dress and pushed. "After a couple of gasps, the motor warmed to a semblance of running, and Corrine eased the car out of the parking lot. As the car wound its way through the streets, Diane paid careful attention to the route. As Jeff, she'd been in this part of the city only a couple of times, and looked for familiar landmarks, with some success. Corrine carried on her own conversation, talking aimlessly about the weather and the shelter, with Diane maintaining a watchful silence.Tension knotted Diane's stomach. “Your going to fuck me right here right now”I stood up pressing my body to his kissing him “TAKE ME” I whispered. “Fucking slut” as he spun me around. “Not yet” as he sunk to his knees saying “I want this”. Raising my slip pulling my black lace panties to the side a little smile came across his face as he took my little bald smooth clilti between his fingers and kissed the little head. As he did he said “I gave a black man a blow job the other day and all I could think about was this little.