If necessary, we could keep looking, but I figured that we could probably find what we needed in the first place we looked.The women were finally read... to leave, so Bob drove the RV in front of the doors to make it easier to load what they had selected. That was when it suddenly dawned on me that I wanted some extra 5-gallon fuel cans. I dashed into the store and found four plastic “jerry cans.” I tossed them into the luggage space and figured to worry about filling them the first time we. She swallowed it deep one more time then removed her mouth leaving it soaking wet and very slick. He looked up to see why she had stopped, only to see her removing her bra and grasping her heavy tits as they fell out. I caught a smile on his face as she fondled her breasts and gently twisted her nipples with her slick fingers.She moved up a little and I expected her to remove her panties, but she remained kneeling in front of him and wrapped her cleavage around his fat shaft. Her breasts made a. Lover? Yes. Concubine? I am not a king. Personal slut? Andy was not at all slutty unless I told her to be.I knew Andy remembered my proposal of marriage on the streets of San Francisco when a movie star and I got in a bidding war for her services as she game-played as a hooker. Fianc, then? Andy had told me she did not need a piece of paper to belong to me, that the proposal was enough for her. Sweetheart? That is what she called me. It was a nice, old-fashioned word.“Sweetheart,” I said. Andy. .. would she let me bang her for money...?I crossed her and continued my jog with the fantasy in my mind. After completing a round of the park, i returned to that spot, motivated to try and pull it off. Being a 16 year old Indian, the only sexual encounters i had had were with my hands, so i was desperate to get a taste of a female. So, i walked up to her and asked her if she wanted money, and as expected she said yes. (the whole conversation with her was in hindi so its in third person here) I.