’ He pulled back the cardboard he had propped between the dumpsters and showed her his ‘home.’ The space was about six by six, with blankets and...a rotted old mattress placed along one of the dumpsters. Next to the mattress was a small area where he had arranged rocks in a small circle, as if he planned to build a fire. There was another bare space big enough for Marianne’s wagon. She was about to pull her wagon in when Albert said, ‘Hold on, let me get my cart.’ He moved around one of the. And again, to a long lush lick of her tongue. And again, to an aching need,the suction of her mouth and her hot flicking tongue, devouring him, eatingjust the luscious tip of him, all hot wet sucking licks and tugs while shecradled him between her billowing taut-tipped breasts. He kept going back for more. Each stroke took longer and longer as her expertmouth worked the tip of his cock toward ecstasy. And she loved doing it. She loved him between her breasts, his rigid manhoodcraving her mouth,. . and got a thumbs up. He loaded up a platter ... not a plate ... with veggies and baked ... salted it and began to plow his way through it ... twice.I gave his three minutes and asked, "Well?"No response. Thirty seconds and a flip of the flank."Medium Well?" Two responses and my choices met with approval. The smell of burning meat mixed with the smell of singe."Pink in the middle?" The vast majority responded. Those cuts went on the grill as the flank began to smoke. I picked up the medium. His girth was more than I was used to, but in my highly aroused state, I could accommodate the thickness. He began stroking in and out of me, slowly prying me open as he pressed further into my wet and dilated pussy with each stroke. I moaned with each penetrating thrust."Oh fuck, Chris ... I'm so full ... god, he feels good!"After his first few thrusts, I wrapped my legs around him, allowing him full and unrestrained access to my vagina. I used my heels to guide him deeper as I stretched and.