“One or both of us will have died for nothing. I don’t think you thought this through.”“What do you suggest,” he asked.“I’ll let her che...k the package, but first you give me a hundred bucks. Then I will be working for you. I never give up those I work for unless they do me wrong.” I said. I wasn’t looking for a client. I was looking for a way to avoid a gun fight at the ‘Little Miss Saigon’ convenience store.We both were standing outside the car. He allowed me to lean on my walking stick. My. I demurred, she pressed, and I accepted. While she went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, I went to her room and undressed, then stepped into the pair of gray sweatpants I carry around in case I ever start that workout I keep meaning to. I lifted the light green sheets and slid inside, scooting all the way over to the wall, and closed my eyes, waiting for her to finish. It didn’t take long, the running water in the bathroom stopped, there were a few footsteps, and then the bedroom door. He slid my jeans down over my ass, and as he reached my knees he said "Lift your knees up for a second." Then he slid my jeans all the way down to my ankles, then off of my feet.I had on fairly snug, silky, black underwear. They are actually women's underwear, but they have no lace on them. The average person probably would not realize they were women's. I love to wear them because I like how they feel on me. I don't wear them to look feminine. They actually, don't really look that feminine at. Once I didn’t have to hold her legs up, I massaged her wetness with my right hand and then rubbed her slickness all over the head of my penis, mixing it with my precum that hadn’t stopped oozing for the last 20 minutes.I held the base of my dick as I eased the head into her, pushing in and pulling out, making sure to wet my shaft as I went. Finally, surmising that I was lubed up enough, I shoved all the way into her, probably a little less gently than normal but her gasp/groan let me know it.