With that knowledge, he veered toward the docks. He doubted the sailors would know who he was – even though the prostitutes he passed obviously did....he dock was bustling with activity. He saw men and women scurrying about, pulling carts and wagons with goods. One man had a barrel on a wooden litter that obviously designed for two people. The man was dragging it along behind him.“Let me help,” Joseph said.“I’m not going to pay you,” the man replied brusquely.“No need for payment,” Joseph. “What’re you doing?” I asked. She laughed a seductive laugh, a look of mischief on her face. She kissed me deeply. Her breasts pressed up against mine. Melissa grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her. We lightly ground against each other. Our naked, hard cocks rubbing together for the first time as my tongue licked hers “Teasing you.” She said simply. She took my cock in her hand and started to gently rub it and gave me a friendly peck on the lips. “Do you like it?” “I like it a lot.” I. She fell forward onto me."Trying to cop a feel?" she asked. There was something about her tone of voice that said she wasn't really that mad if I was."Maybe it would be easier if we use Debbie's method and I can just toss you over to the other side," I said."You just want your hands on my leg." Still, she bent her knee and placed it willingly in my hands. I lifted her pretty easily into the saddle and adjusted the stirrups. She kicked me lightly in the shoulder when she took her foot out of the. I was on the edge ofmy seat waiting!" Do we know each other, Ms. Maxwell?" No, but we have a mutual acquaintance." And who would that be, Candy?" I'm not comfortable talking about it over the phone. You shouldcome over to my place so we can meet in private." Is this for real?" Why don't you head on over here and find out for yourself?"Within a half-hour, I was pulling up to Candy Maxwell's house.It was a big Victorian place with an iron gate up front.I walked up to it and pushed the buzzer on.