So, I found it very amusing when she asked my name and carried our conversation on. She worked as a nurse at one of the prestigious hospitals in Banga...ore. Our talks were very decent until one day when I asked her the size of her breasts.She agreed to tell me if I would tell her the size of my dick. Well, we met the very next day. I took a day off and rode to her hospital. Her shift was over and she was waiting for me. I parked my bike in front of the hospital and called her up. I had sent her. She came to him and said, “I want to talk to you.”Smiling at her, John said, “We will talk, but now is not the right time.”Walking away, he left a very frustrated young lady behind. She stood there staring at him in shock. Ling and Kelly came to her and led her away, saying, “John knows what he is doing.”Plates loaded to over flowing, John and Ed settled down at a table. A middle age couple sat down at the table with them. For several minutes, nothing was said while the people at the table ate. There was still no one claiming the winning number. “Maybe I should check my own tickets,” he mentioned. He took the three stubs from his pants pocket. “Holy shit, it’s me, I’ve got the winning ticket,” he cried showing it to Bobbie.“Rigged, rigged,” were the cries from several men.“I’m not bull shitting you guys,” he pleaded showing the ticket stub to the camera.“I guess you get the next blow job,” Bobbie smiled going to her knees. She unzipped his fly and produced his soft black cock. Darin. She walked over to him not bothering to cover her pale body. "Wanna start?" she asked, shrugging like it made no difference to her when in fact all she wanted was to go further.He gulped, nodding his head slightly.Eyes locked on his, Tina slowly dropped to her knees. "Wanna touch 'em?" she invited, referring to her breasts.As she looked down at his jean shorts Tina felt the boy's hands gently, nervously, touch her tits. It didn't seem to matter how many times they did this sort of thing, he was.