He seems to come up with new ways to make me fuck crazy. To make me cum; and cum; and cum so many times it seems like forever.Julie doesn't believe ha...f the things I tell her about him. I mean, she has a zillion boyfriends. She fucks most of them too, but I don't recall her ever saying that one was considerate of her; talked earnestly with her; or listened, I mean, really listened to what she had to say and respected her thoughts and feelings like he does with me.Well, he does all that and. Can you tell us what happened?" Well she seemed very nervous when she joined us at the pickup point, which didn't seem too surprising as none of us knew her. I attributed it to her being extremely shy, as most of us are familiar with the feeling. On the way to the airport, she became even more withdrawn. She did ask where we were going when we passed the exit for the commercial airport. Rusty told her we were using a private airport. When Rusty drove onto the airport ramp and up to the jet, she. ., well partly I suppose", staring at the woman. Ididn't want to say that I didn't find her attractive and indeed despite her age she was very sexy. She said " I guess I should help you out with that as its my fault...!", and kneeling between my legs pushed me back saying " just lie back and enjoy the ride..." cupping my balls gently andgrabbed my shaft firmly, slowly rubbing the foreskin up and down, squeezing more blood into myalready firm bell-end... She seemed to be enjoying the sensation. Miguel Scarlatti had been impeccably polite and impeccably patient, in his silk suit and professional manicure. Oh, how he hated the man. He was probably a good ten years younger than him, and cheeky. His face was angular and serious, and his black hair was slicked back. These fucking wops were taking over, now they were even marrying nice white girls. He heard this Scarlatti had a blond wife, a real looker, and classy, from some old New York family. He'd told him that the fee for a new gaming.