I placed my hands on her hips and gently massaged the porcelain white masterpiece that was her ass. With one masterful pull, I ripped the black lace p...nties from her body. She shrieked in surprise, and then moaned in acceptance. I fell to my knees, as I prepared to worship at the temple of her Pink flower. I inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet musk of her sex. I ran my tongue slowly over the petals of her pink flower, exploring every inch, and every fold. I tasted her sweet nectar and my lust. But I was just a little curious as to why he'd come looking for me. Look, the Fisherman's Arms ain't the kind of place strangers find by chance."My name's John Caldwell, and I'd like to have a word with you about Sarah, if I may," the man replied.The name Caldwell, let alone Sarah, was enough for me to begin to rise from my seat. I could remember that Sarah had mentioned a cousin called John Caldwell a few times. I think I recalled that he was supposed to be a military policeman or something.I. “Ray’s Books. Ray speaking.”“Hey, Ray.”“David, my man. Good to hear your voice.”“Ray, I need a book teaching European medieval swordsmanship.”“Got it.”“What?”“Colin Richards translation of Fiore del Liberi illustrated. Two fifty.”“Jeez, Ray. That’s kinda high.”“For you? Two bucks.”I was trying to speak, but my throat went dry and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.“Okay Okay Okay ... I’ll toss in Classical Warrior Traditions of Japan - 3-volume set by Diane Skoss (Koryu Books): that. She had talent, this woman, and it was with some difficulty that I restrained from discharging the contents of my balls in the first few minutes. After that it was pure pleasure, as she took me alternately deep and them just with my cock head in her mouth. In that position she would give my cock head a real lounge lashing, but then plunge me deep, so that her tongue could work its magic along my length. She seemed to know when to stop, and slid sinuously along my body until she was laying on.