Elaine was sort of just doing her own thing but a guy was dancing close to her and watching her gyrate and shake.He came to the bar to get a drink and...I struck up a conversation with him. He was Ukrainian and had a family back home. I steered the talk and told him Elaine liked to come and dance with men and that sort of gave him the green light to get back on the dance floor and soon he was up close on her and she was really boogying. Every time her glass emptied I filled it and by 10 she was. Then slowly I started moving my mouth up & down on his beautiful shaft, taking just a little more into me after every few movements.He started groaning a little, I was clearly doing a good job, he slowly started to pumped me, his cock hit the back of my mouth, fuck, there’s that fucking gag reflex again. I pull back, grab the poppers, take four big hits, handing him the bottle, before getting back to work.Still I only had half his cock in me, simply not enough, I wanted it all. The poppers. " She scolded him.Joel went back to licking her slit, but his mind raced. "How could I have asked such a stupid question? I truly don't deserve this sweet person as my lover. She's looking to me as her lover and teacher and I ask questions like she is a tramp."Dedicated in his mind to devote himself to her respect and newfound pleasure, he went about in search of her orgasm.He licked his tongue through the lined furrow of her pussy wishing her could taste his treasure. She was writhing in. "I wouldn't say that," I said. "Everybody deserves to live a life that makes them happy." Suddenly, Damian stopped the truck. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Let's get out for a minute," he said. "I want to show you something." Both of us got out. He sat up on the hood of the truck and signaled for me to join him. He then pointed down the road to a hill. "Do you see that?" he asked. "It's a hill," I said. "Yes," he said, "and neither of us can see what's on the other side. There could be another.