I just left there with the products I bought, I didn't find anything else. I returned home to take the bags with the idea of ​​going out to the bu...iest areas of the city. As I pass the same cafe, I notice a guy on the terrace drinking beer. I already knew him by sight, he lived there in the area, we had already exchanged some "good days" of circumstance. Twenty-something, tall but not much, a body that looked well built, there he was, alone. I was already found, he was the one I was going to. He was on his back with his head resting on his hands and his arms and legs open.His cock, wet with her juices and his cum, was semi deflated. It was lying flat on his pelvis and measured about 3 inches long. It was not as thick as it was when it was inside her pussy. Still she smiled looking at it all wet and sticky with their combined juices.She remembered the photo he sent her and her reply that she didn’t like photos, she wanted to see a real cock, his cock. Now lying right there right next. “Ron, we, the both of us, did him wrong, no matter that we never wanted to hurt him. What we did, the things we did, the ideas we came up with, were guaranteed to hurt him. We deserve to be punished, and the fact is that putting us in the position were in ‘is’ punishment. The question is will he see it that way.”“Everything you say is spot on. But, our good intentions notwithstanding, he’s got to want to forgive us, and that’s the kicker, not just his wife,” he said.I saw them pull up in front. Hope he likes cream pie.”Jo laughed again before saying, “So, what’s your gig Terry? You never talk much about your work. All you seem to do ashore is hunt pussy. I know you have your boat but that sure didn’t buy that condo you have. You almost never have a charter. How do you make ends meet. In fact, how did you end up here in Key West?”“It’s a long story. I just sort of fell into the good life I guess. I grew up on a farm in the midwest about 250 miles west of the Mississippi river. Our.