She bent at the waist and slowly dug it out leaving that firm round juicy ass wagging from side to side."Holy shit she's taunting me! That little bitc... is trying to drive me crazy, " Pete snarled to himself and decided to teach the slut a lesson. He signaled to the bartender to lock the door. The bartnder escorted the 6 or 7 people he did not know outside, flipped the closed sign around, turned off the exterior lights and locked the door. There left only about 12 people in the bar all were. So Craigslist was definitely a Silk Road for me, but I never solely relied on that. My focus always been getting women from outside the internet. Know why? Because women on the internet have all the power. Unless you are well known, you'll struggle on the internet. When I meet a woman in public she's in my territory. I don't have to friend request her. Don't have to wait 5mins for a reply. No one-word replies. I get to look her dead in the eyes and observe all of her mannerisms and body. Even as the cock rammed into her mouth, Elaine would caress its underbelly with her tongue, swishing it back and forth, looking up at the man with doleful, submissive eyes. Finally the old man tired of her mouth. Gripping her by the neck, he hoisted her to her feet and shoved her against the brick wall. Boobs squashed against the tiles, she craned her neck back to observe the inevitable. With no flurry or fanfare the third man thrust straight into her pussy, resuming his hip bucking. So, buck it up, son; I will not always be here for you.”This set me back, Grandfather knowing in advance how I might be feeling. And for him to have prepared those tapes long ago, the voice was too steady for him to have done it when he was more noticeably ill.There was a pause.“Ah, this has to do with your last visit. You sat under the helmet.” It was a statement, not a question.“No!” I answered. I hadn’t. but then, not being sure, I looked to Wind Song, “Did I?”She nodded.“How long,” I.