." Okay, do we need to hit it first?" You didn't even ask..." I trust you." I headed for the bathroom -- which was ALSO in a lot better shape than I'd...left it! I didn't care what the movie was -- any woman who would come in and spend all day cleaning my place deserved whatever she wanted! Besides, I probably wouldn't be watching the flick, anyway...Beatrice:I knew I was running a risk -- guys who have girls just move in on them tend to pick a new address, pretty quickly -- but I wanted to do. He cleaned every millimeter of the pistol in his lap, piece by piece, inside and out. His extra care told Matilda it was the one used in the alley and the Russian's apartment. When done, he placed it in the suitcase and retrieved another pistol. Matilda knew he was going to clean and oil all his weapons. This was Leon's solitary time.Matilda shrugged and left him alone. They had not spoken about what transpired in the Russian's apartment and it was apparent to Matilda they never would.She. So finally finding a rest stop was a relief for me.I walked into the men's restroom and headed for the urinal. Just as I unzipped my fly and started to pee a big black guy walked up next to me and started to take out his cock to pee. I tried not to sneak a glance at his cock but because I could tell by his fumbling he had trouble pulling it out of his tight jeans. Just as he pulled it out , I looked down and could see a large black cock he glanced over at me."What you looking at white boy?" he. Her lips and tongue, though, could feel the texture of the skin much better. As hard as it was, the skin all along its length was still soft and somehow stretchy. There was a universal feel to it, whether her lips were near the end, or farther down. It was almost an afterthought when she realized there was no real taste to it. She felt like it should have a taste, but it didn’t.She went too far and gagged, which brought her hand to grip the shaft as a way of controlling how much of it went in.