I heard him walk over and unlock the bathroom door. For a long time, I heard nothing. I knelt on the cold floor,the scent of urine and disinfectant in...the air. Eventually, I heard a new pairof shoes. Boots, really. They came in and paused.There was a faint ?Heh.? And then the sound of a zipper.Strong hands were suddenly on either side of my face. I felt the soft pressureof a cock at my lips and I parted them, eagerly, my tongue searching for it. Hemaneuvered it into my mouth and I began. Rather than allow it to fall into the hands of my unscrupulous relatives, I will package it and store it with such trinkets as have been left behind by various mistresses and my newly departed Beatrice, in a place where it is unlikely they will find it. God willing, I will in these pages show how the ring has been of some service to me and it will help my mind re-live some of the experiences of my past. The account will, I am sure, only give brief glimpses of such services and the titillation's. Sure enough she followed me in and I immediately started chatting to her. She was already tipsy and very flirty but I just assumed she was being friendly. We spent the night chatting and it became clear that she was keen for more. However, having been caught off guard, I was driving and decided to shoot off (she initially offered me a bed at hers so I could stay, but again, not knowing her, assumed she was just testing the waters). I gave her my business card as I left.Sure enough, the next. I saw you from across the midway just as you were closing and wanted to come over and say, HI!”“Come on in! I was beginning to think you weren’t going to be with the show this week.”There I was in just my shorts with a raging boner.Corrine opened the flap of my tent and approached. My cock was very visible from the lights at the gas station facing the back of my tent. Corrine was also back-lit and I could make out the braless outline of her boobs through her thin sleeveless blouse. As she put.