"H ... Hello?" She had whispered after a few minutes of again starting to feel foolish."You look lovely." He had spoken at last."I must apologize for ...ot speaking immediately but I was admiring your hair." Thank you..." She had blushed. Elated of course that he had noticed."Beautiful, almost silver..." She had heard him muse. "Your natural shade?" Yes!" She gasped, delighted in spite of the strangeness, holding still as she could for his inspection, fixing eye upon the debris littering the deck. Some folks see Eastern Oregon as a desolate place, and rely on the description, 'high desert' to describe it, but it is nowhere near a desolate place, and especially not so as you get close to the Columbia. This time of year it tries hard to match that lazy man's image, with high temperatures, dry winds that never seemed to stop, and a seemingly endless supply of dust. But hidden in the dust and rock are treasures if you're looking, birds linger among the sage and scrub, and you can see snakes. I went from a slow, sensual pace to a faster and much harder pace. I deep throated his cock over and over. My pussy got soaked all over again pumping my mouth pleasing him orally. I get turned on doing this. But he wanted more of me. He wanted to lick my pussy again. As we sucked and fucked and licked, we came up for air a few times. It was very hot inside my SUV. The sweat was rolling off us more and more. As he worked his way back down to my pussy, he slid a finger inside of me easily. The. Cocks in a frock! This is where my story really begins. NZ 80's and early 90'sMy mates and I would head into town and partake in all that was great. We enjoyed the nightlife of all the fashionable bars and clubs and all got our fair share - if you were into vanilla sex. Then there was a particular club that became our go to club as many of the 'lovely' people would stop by on their way to the next wannabe bar. It had a great atmosphere, good music and beautiful people....it was also a cabaret.