So who, or more precisely what, was this disembodied manifestation of my beloved that I was spending all this quality time with? I tried to get her to...tell me her feelings, but that went nowhere; so far as she was concerned she'd simply leaped instantaneously from being run down on the street to appearing in my apartment with a pressing urge to protect me. There was no transition, no "light" from which she'd retreated, nothing. One second on the street, the next waking me up. Nothing in. When that happened I,d then eat her pussy as a reward for her efforts and voila now and then that did the trick and “fat boy” would rise to the challenge. On the rare occasion even eating Sarah’s tastey fanny Didn,t work the only thing to do was leave it for later when it was more agreeable. Eventually it would pick up without warning or from just innocently “messing around” without sex as an incentive. Strangely enough when I was away working nights my cock often had a mind of its own and. So the guy goes let me suck you a little so I put y cock up again the guy goes wow I love how you feel in my mouth.About twenty minutes later he says I love the feel of you growing in my mouth never had a guy do that before. I go thank you so I cum and he goes its getting late for me I gotta get going hope to see you next time. I reply back me to. So I clean up and walk out of the booth so did the guy next to me and goes maybe be back Monday morning I go I should be able to make it. So he looks. I’ll get a couple friends to help load the trailer and we’ll be good to go. All I need is your address.I gave him my address and felt a mixture of relief, joy, and anxiousness.Great! I’ll see you Wednesday, say 10 am?Sounds great. Thank you so much! I replied.No problemWednesday morning rolled around and I was all packed. I checked the window anxiously as it got closer to 10, waiting for him to show up. A few minutes before 10, I saw him pull up in his truck towing a trailer behind it. He had.