Do you know where she went?” “She wasn’t in the right frame of mind to tell me. I’m really sorry.” “Don’t worry about it.” He got up a...d took a step towards me. Oh my. He was tall, really tall. I guessed his height to be 6’6”. And he was incredibly toned. I was too distracted to step back. And far too absorbed to remember to kick him out of the building. I had even forgotten about my shower. “Elisa…” Oh, he was close now. Green eyes. I could feel a shudder pass through my skin. His hands moved. I said blow job and I said hell. Pastor Doug had gotten complaints and he loved to tell me about them. He praised me for my approach. He said it was why I was so good with the young men and women. I might have been wrong but I suspected on those Sunday mornings cheering and whooping and delivering the word to the young enthusiastic idiots that she intentionally parted her legs alluringly. That the way she played with the cross around her neck drawing it slowly in and out of her cleavage was. It was so perfect and firm and soft at the same time. She turned back around and her own dick was swinging.She approached me. The heels still clacking. My heart beating faster. She took hold of my dick and worked the shaft. She got on her knees and kissed the head. I wanted to scream. Damn, I wanted to put my lips on hers. I never did that before, but they were acting jealous now. Her juicy lips and warm, wet mouth made me shiver. “Ooh,” I grunted.I puller her head up and looked into her pretty. That was it. I had no remaining connections to my hometown. So, I set out on Route 80 with no particular destination in mind other than reaching the Pacific.I was cruising through Pennsylvania somewhere south of Wilkes-Barre. I'd seen an exit sign, and decided to pull off for gas and to stretch my legs. As I neared the top of the exit ramp I slowed. Walking along the shoulder was a sight to make any breathing person pause. She had white blonde hair, about shoulder length, maybe a little.