"I'm sorry," the man said, "I've forgotten my manners." he offered his hand, which Brock took. "My name is Kensington Allsop... my friends call me Ken..." Brock... Brock Richards." he said as he grasped the big hands of Ken. Brock looked at him trying to figure who the man reminded him of then it came to him... Ken looked like a young Tom Sellick."You know, what you were saying in there is the truth. Women don't know how to appreciate the sound of a sweet motor, they don't realize just how sexy. His right hand was on his forehead and he left hand was awkwardly attempting to conceal the bulge that was in his pants. He stared into my eyes for a moment, and then he quickly exited the bathroom murmuring in French. I quickly got out of the tub, put on my shoes, and went back into the bedroom. Julien was waiting for me at the door, his demeanor restored to his usual professional, composed self. “May I show you anything else upstairs?” he asked politely. “I don’t hear the cars on the street,. She sucked on Mike’s helmet, as she ran her tongue across the bottom of it. While doing that, she frantically stroked him along his shaft. It didn’t take long from her expert technique before she felt Mike start to pulse in her mouth. She immediately pulled away and gave him one more kiss on the tip, before letting go of the dick and it slapping against Mike’s stomach.She let him rest a little and let he feeling subside a little. Then she grabbed his cock once again and slowly started to. “You better believe it!” “I get it, Sal, I had to taste you too, remember?”“Yeah, but I was covered in chocolate.” “No,” he grinned, pinching her nipples in turn with one hand. “I said that BEFORE I got the idea to dip you in chocolate.”“That was a good idea, I’ll admit.” She let go of his dick, and gathered the clothes they had discarded around the cab. She rolled up his jeans, then wrapped them in her cardigan, making a pillow that she placed against the passenger door. “Lay down here,” she.