Anthony had been a bit of an explorer and plunderer. On his deathbed he had written Vincent of a ruin he had discovered in the heart of the jungles of...southern Columbia. He wrote of an ancient golden idol that was probably worth a fortune. He had returned from that trip empty handed. His plan was to return someday but he had fallen into ill health before he got the chance. Anthony hadn't told anyone of his discovery and had been hoping his wealthy brother Vincent would fund an expedition to. She was incredible as she sucked me in and out; her hands and mouth working in perfect concert. She was now bobbing up and down my length with a fury but still working her tongue masterfully, I thought she would swallow my entire cock down her sexy throat. She gave my balls another firm squeeze and I exploded shot after shot of my thick sticky cream into her hot mouth. Even after several loads she did not stop as she appeared to hunger for my cum. Finally after I thought she had taken. ..and some information." she said placing a $50 on the counter. "I'm listening." the Barman said filling a frosted mug with Coors."I'm looking for a guy, goes by the name of George McCreary. You see him lately?" "Yeah as a matter of fact he was here a few days ago looking on Big Miss." "Where can I find her?" Elisa asked. "She's the blonde at the end of the bar." he said with a jerk of his thumb. Elisa followed his thumb to a rather fetching petite blonde sitting amid a group of burly guys."The. I was stroking him with the gentlest of touches. His cock was erect, and at its peak of 5inches. I put my hand to my mouth and spit on it for lubrication. I went back to stroke him."Oh..Keep going..It feels soo good. Go faster please." he said."OK...Grab my dick and rub it or something." I saidHe put his hand on my balls; cupping them. He rubbed them gently."Take your shirt off, Ken"I did.I took my shirt of and Rod scooted up and started to suck on my nipples while stroking me. It was a feeling.