However, after every cattle drive instead of hitting up a cathouse or saloon, he went to San Francisco. He spent all day sitting on a pier and watched...the ocean, looking for his beloved mermaid.Blake was a veteran of the War Between the states. He was a Union Calvary Sargent until he was captured while scouting for General Grant. He was sent to Andersonville prison and when he caught the smell of the camp several miles out, he knew he had to escape. He entered through the North Gate at dusk. As. Her hand reached for him and found his cock steel hard against his belly. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to taste him and pushed him over on his back. Bending over him, she took long slow licks up the length of him, she engulfed the head in the warmth of her mouth, she adored his cock with her mouth, tongue, and fingers. She teased salty precum from him and it was his turn to moan with pleasure and lust. ‘You have to stop, Callie, please. I don’t want to… ‘ She gave a breathy laugh.. I turned left at the corner and within minutes was walking through the east gate, the 'Milton Avenue Gate', and then onto the campus of McGill University.As I walked slowly through this grassy, tree lined oasis in the heart of Montreal, with the young, eager faces of another generation of students flowing by me, I gradually felt the bitterness that Monica's call had raised fade.An hour later, when I finally returned to my house, refreshed but still feeling uneasy about Monica's phone call, my. "That's right, whiteboy. Show me my new fucktoy." Jay reached out with both hands and grabbed my nipples. As hesqueezed I felt my knees go weak. God it felt good! I had never beentouched by another man like this. I realized that I was still rubbing hisnow hard cock and started to pull my hand away. I felt Jay's fingers clampdown harder on my nipples. I looked into his eyes again. "First, drop your shorts, whiteboy, I likes my pussyboy‘s buck naked. Then, get me out of mine." .