This chick, dead or not, is getting my load, he thought.Harry pulled off his pants and kicked them to the side. He dropped his rather skanky camo und...rwear (personal hygiene not a priority in the woods) exposing his engorged cock and bulbous balls. He hadn't gotten off in weeks... this would be a full load, he thought. Why not give it to her in the mouth as long as she was already hanging there.Holding the back of her head with one hand Harry positioned his aromatic cock in front of her. Dirty girl, dirty girl, hello little dirty girl, he breathes softly to himself, imagining what it would be like fucking her from behind up against an alley wall, slick with grime and graffiti, breathing on her thin, unwashed neck, his hand in her hair, holding her head firmly against the bricks, the sheen of horrified saliva glinting on her teeth under the streetlights. Oh yes, little dirty girl. Over the seam, into the seam and back. The moment stretches out as he pictures the rictus of her. She had naturally straight, dirty blonde hair that was a little past shoulder length which she was wearing down tonight, brown eyes and a very cute smile. She was a dancer and therefore, had a tight, round ass that was not too small. She also had nice breasts for her age, 36C and they were fairly firm as well. Nick came up to her and she greeted him with a big hug and a peck on the lips. “Do you and your girls want some drinks?” he asked. “Yeah of course!” she answered. “We were talking and. I don't want to waste either yours or mine, but it's very unlikely that I'll be taking your case."My shoulders slumped and I started telling her the long drawn out tale of my marriage to Melinda. When I got to the part about the dinner the previous evening she hissed and sucked in a big gulp of air."Wait!" she said sharply. "She did what?" She arranged for us to have dinner at her favorite restaurant and told me that she wanted a divorce because she found someone new. And she was already having.