Once I got the braces off of my teeth, I decided I needed a makeover and started doing a lot more sport. Now I rely on the gym and going running; my b...tt has always been a little big, but some people seem to like it the way it is.”“Count me in that number; your jeans looked real good whenever I could take a peek!”Another smile. I risked another possible deal-breaker. “Mel, you planning on staying in LA forever?”She looked closely at my face before replying, “It’s ... strange you should ask me. It was fall by then and I would make no more trips until spring.I didn’t sit idle. My brother was thirteen now, so I took him on extended hunting trips. I’d taken some of my trade money and bought a nice musket. We used that to hunt elk and bear, carefully preserving the hides, making sure the fur stayed on the skins of the bears. Pigs were rare but my mother had learned to make bacon, cured hams, and sausage out of the bear meat. We kept enough to make sure our family had meat for the winter. Reaching up I run my fingers through the hair on his chest. His hand sip down and rubbed on my clit and pussy. He stands and I slide his under pants down, releasing his hard cock. He climbs on the bed and I lower down and take it in my watering mouth. He presses the back of my head pushing his huge cock in and deep into my throat. Pulling my hair he moves my head back and forth as I tongue and suck his cock. I reach for his massive balls and stroke them. He tells me how beautiful I am and how. Scott was there, looking as smarmy as ever, but he had no camera equipment with him. “Can I get a coffee?” he asked, like I was a waiter, and that pissed me off even though the last time Scott saw me, I literally was a waiter. When I came back with his joe, he was already sitting on the couch with Dylan, going over the storyboards. The boards were every bit as crudely drawn as last time, with stick figures bending one another over t-shaped tables and banging each other on stairs made of.