It was a really plush suite. A huge Sofa in what was the living room. Inside was obviously a bed room. We sat on the sofa, and while it had nothing to...do with Paul, I was not at all comfortable. Paul soon realized that, and offered me some coke. I took it and started to sip. Paul appeared to be quite a gentleman. He smiled again, and offered me a refill…which I politely refused. He was a Ladies man…and seemed to have a good understanding of women. He told me that he was a bit nervous himself,. Now, I had pulled my cock out under many a table across the land, while traveling from town to town in my profession of construction. At some, I had left a slippery spot on the floor by the time I tipped the waitress and left, never to be seen again; others only got a tasting of my precum on the underside of the table. But this one particular diner had yet to receive from my handy-work!It was the middle of spring when I rolled into this rural little town in southern Colorado. By phone, I had. She felt better than I could ever have imagined. The tiny light pink rounded nipples hardened under my touch.I reached down and unzipped her regulation school skirt, letting it fall in a crumpled heap around her ankles. I ran my eyes over her. The black lacy bra, the white cotton panties with pink hearts on them, the black over the knee socks, it was too much to resist. But by then, I’d gone too far anyway.I ran my fingers down over her flat stomach, cupping her panties. Feeling the heat. “Are your parents expecting you to be home?” He shook his head. “Then come on over to my house and I’ll give you some water, okay? Seriously, you’re not in trouble. But I WOULD like to talk with you about this a bit.” She waited a moment. “Okay?”Finally, he looked up to her eyes and slowly nodded. They started to walk.“I’m sorry.” Brian’s words were low, almost inaudible even though Melinda was only a foot away.“Brian, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about,” she said, sighing. She.