He was pleased with my length and girth.Two days later, on Tuesday night, I met him in the parking lot of the cheap motel he told me to be at. It was ...n the outskirts of town, in a sort of sketchy neighborhood. He paid for the room, but paid cash. Judging from his looks, the desk clerk who rang us up probably thought it was weird that we didn't have any luggage and asked for just one king-size bed, but whatever, we were getting laid and he wasn't.When we went into the room, we didn't waste much. A police car arrived before he’d even reached the street.Looking at the accident, he said, “Poor bastard. Talk about a bad day. I’ll bet his paycheck is being held ransom by the bank for five to ten fucking days. Now he’s going to the hospital. I hope he has insurance.”Looking back at his truck, Jack decided that he should probably walk home. As he walked, he thought about what the teller had told him. It didn’t add up. He was pretty sure that most transactions were nearly instantaneous as a. I think I need to lie down. Too many of those tasty tropical poolside pops,” then rolled onto her side and snuggled against my shoulder. “Yeah, they make ‘em pretty damn good,” I agreed, then remembered my manners. “Thank you for the awesome blow job.” We lay there and basked in the post-orgasmic bliss. Then random pillow talk commenced and I asked, “Hey, do you remember the first time you sucked me off?” “Uh…” she thought a moment, then said, “I think it was late one night on my parent’s. He quickly got undressed and got inbetween my spread legs and without any foreplay started fucking me. He banged me violently and came in me and got up and went to the bathroom for a wash. I lay on my back naked with his cum flowing out of my cunt and knew that from now on this is going to be my routine with 7 guys coming and fucking me whenever they wanted. I smiled thinking that at this age I had 7 young studs at my beck and call to service me.What more could any woman ask for.Arun left.