Tom the PaperBoy
TOM the PAPERBOY As I was driving home from work, I wondered if my “for sale” notice would be in the newspaper. I was anxious to get ride of my boat and trailer since we had not had the boat in the water for the last three seasons. When I pulled into the garage and headed toward the kitchen, I yelled at my wife, “Marge, has the paper boy come yet?” She replied, “No, but he eyes are glassy.” I walked into the kitchen and there was Tom, our paper boy sitting on the counter with his shorts down around his ankles and my wife leaning over the counter sucking on his hard black cock. He just smiled at me with some bit of apprehension showing his white teeth and bulging eyes and certainly enjoying …