”“I was merely trying to answer your question.”With a perplexed look on her face she asked, “What question?”“The question as to whether or...not I was ready to do it again!” Jessie smiled, stood up and offered me her hand. “Come on cowboy. I think there’s still some rodeo left in you.”Somehow we made it back into the house without any further mishaps. Some how we ended up back in bed again without any clothes on. Some how my cock found its way back inside her mouth. I liked the way she seemed. The story contains mature subject matter. It may contain adult situations and/or language. If you're not old enough to legally read this (and you know who you are), then get out of here before it's too late. You've been warned.Permission is granted to archive or repost this story as long as the text is unaltered, and my copyright and this notice are included. Oh, and this permission is conditional upon it's being available only on free sites. No membership fee, "Adult Check", or other means of. Once there, I walked across to the parking garage where the taxi stand is. In a few minutes, I had a cab that took me directly to the bank.I asked to see a bank officer. You don’t want to talk to just anyone in a bank. There may be ten ‘personal bankers’ waiting to serve you and another ten tellers but you only want to do business with one person who can make decisions without having to go talk to a supervisor. Big banks have dozens of vice presidents. It doesn’t mean anything except that they. Well, I was very horny at the time, so nothing new there, was aching to do something to somebody or have them do something to me, you know the feeling, when you ache to feel something nice and long in your mouth or being slipped in your pussy.I thought to myself why ever not, he seemed like a nice guy, he wanted to meet on his way home from work so we arranged to meet in a quite well known gay rest area between his destination and the village I live in, it’s around half an hour’s drive for both.