We rode in silence for a bit."Katy what's on your mind?" Sensei Genwa has sent my name in to a tournament in the Capital next week as an approve stude...t from his dojo to compete. I would have to send my application almost immediately to be accepted." I set there thinking."What kind of tournament is it?" A full contact mix martial arts. Due to my age I would be required to wear full protective gear. But it's by weight not age in the completion. I would be in the 110-125 weight division." Mixed. I catch her locking lips with her boyfriend, that David character I saw her getting sweaty with a month ago. I glance over at this other girl but my eyes keep drifting back to Kelli. After a while, I’m approached by a different woman. She seems shy. She’s a little heavy-set, dark skin, a pleasant smile, and friendly eyes. ‘Excuse me. I couldn’t help but notice you were looking at me,’ she says. I’m caught off guard. ‘Huh, what?’ I ask. She points in Kelli’s direction. ‘I was sitting at that. ...he put his hand in and caressed my soft cock, pulling it out and quickly stuffing it into his open mouth, sucking hard and noisily....it felt really really good....he was flicking the tip over and over again with his tongue whilst pulling my foreskin back, rubbing the shaft between his fingers as it slowly grew and straightened, until it was a rock hard rod in his mouth. He could now glide up and down the stiff shaft easily, and he did so,taking my length all the way into his mouth until I. Thank you.”“Thank you.”It was my third trip to visit Greta Gunther in Ft. Worth. And definitely my last. Ash and I went through the FMC Carswell drill, surrendering cells, his pistol ... emptying our pockets. Ash showed them his case contained only papers.Greta didn’t have to meet us, but I knew she would. A change of pace from one dreary day after another dreary day. A chance to gloat about Matt Striker’s death.Even if I’d had something to gloat back about, I wouldn’t have. Certainly not with.