Ooooo, yes. What can you recommend?” “It’s a fucking diner, dude. A short while later, Cassie brought my burger and fries with a small cardboard cup of cole slaw and my coffee. I gathered my things and walked down the dock to the road. “Ahhh…Oh, yes!” I moaned. She was still devouring my mouth with hers as she rubbed and grabbed my package. There were various things strewn around, signs that a single person lived there. She returned wearing a pair of loose fitting print pants with an oversize pullover top. I understand. I began to smell her pussy, even with my head working on her chest. I kept this up until that unmistakable feeling started flooding into my groin. With her lips spread open, her vagina was visible, luscious looking. She put them down, giving me a pleading look. I have a weekly show, two hours long, where guys tune in to look at them, watch me play with them, pay me to do strange things with them. We got to her house, a standard concrete block Florida ranch in an older ‘shotgun’ neighborhood full of identical houses, and went inside where it was air conditioned.
