His tongue probing mine made my pussy instantly wet, and my clit began to throb with anticipation. He slid his hand over my breasts squeezing slightly...and then one hand slowly down my side until his fingers began to slide over my lips, not penetrating them. I could feel my juices begin to run down my thigh, it had been so long since I had been touched this way; and it was such a risky moment! Then he took a grip on the back of my hair right at the base of my neck and spun me around. He said. . Until Desiree showed up at my table in the fast food place where I was having lunch. "Keith Sheffield. We should talk, don't you think?"THIS sucked... "Not here." I got up and we left and walked to my current work site nearby -- a manufacturing building. I plopped down on a stack of sheetrock and she settled facing me and tossed a file folder on the stack. "Keith Sheffield, born..." She had my birthdate, school records -- shit, you name it. She finished with, "Not married. not engaged, no. I loved every minute of sucking his cock and the fact that it tasted really clean, which made me suck and lick his cock all the more. I could feel him getting ready to come as he forced me deeper onto his shaft until almost three quarters of it was in my mouth and then he shot his hot cum down my throat. I fingered myself as I eagerly swallowed his load and it wasn’t long before I was climaxing myself, still sucking and licking his softening cock. But it didn’t take long and his enormous cock. John Wyman was a friend who worked at the 'Shooting Shack' funny name but everyone came here for quality and price. I told John that I needed as many 9MMs as he could sell me and to give me all the magazines for the pistols that he had. Before I could ask for all the semi-automatic rifles in 5.56MM he started to laugh. When I asked for the 5.56MM rifles and all the 12 gauge shotguns and ammunition he was laughing so hard I thought he was going to pass out. RJ did not understand why he was.