The beating was feeling great. I decided to run along the water so I took off back to the north. I imagined that I was on a deserted island with no cl...thes. I ran around like a wet dog getting all crazy. The sun was beating down on every inch of my skin. Eventually, I slowed down and started walking back to where I left my stuff. I collapsed on the beach and closed my eyes. The sun was bright, I was wet, oily and salty, and I was buzzed. …It must have been a while when I opened my eyes again. I. I am not model material, but my extra weight meant my thighs were soft and padded for a long night of pounding. And my round ass could take a nice long cock deep and hard.As I was driving home I was rubbing the still wet cum into my skin, as I thought about sucking the cum out of my clothes, when I got home. There was something about bouncing on a big fat dildo, while sucking the cum of strangers out of my clothing, that added to the memories. Evidently, I was just distracted enough I ran a. I was reaching for the beer when a big hand swooped down on the table and jerked it up. "Thanks, Stranger! I have always wanted to try a Mexican beer, but you are the first one to buy it for me." Hey, that is my beer. Go get your own if you want a beer!" Ha, you sure do not know who you are talking to! I am Billy Bob Hooper, and I take whatever I want in this town!" There was no question that the galoot was bigger than most men. He was over 6' tall, not counting his heels from his riding boots.. He was clean shaven and had a wheatish complexion . This was what I found out from his photo on the internet site and was keen to proceed further . Plans got made and we decided to meet at his place over a few drinks.I reached his house at around six in the evening , my whole body was tingling with anticipation and I could hear my heart beating like a drum, I guess one is always nervous when meeting somebody for the first time. Nevertheless I got a hold of myself and rang the bell , a few.