.. Kendo exprain. Wife no sreep with other man before Kendo. Wife think Kendo not so good for fucking. Kendo ruv wife berry much, wish wife to be berr... happy." But ... why me?" I snorted."Ah..." he nodded, "Wife choose Mike, wife hope Mike has berry, berry big penis. Wife say Kendo penis no good. Not so good to make wife berry happy," he grinned.I guess the world wasn't as big as I thought. Somehow I always figured that women from other parts of the globe would be different, it seems that the. According to him, his visits were always very ‘satisfactory.’The next part of his story, however, was fascinating.Prior to my visit to KG, I had read about a small enclave in the hills near KG, named Purgatory. It was twenty-five miles beyond KG. It was a very quaint place allegedly populated by hillbillies. It was the kind of place that time forgot, according to an article I read. Apparently, the scenery en route to Purgatory was spectacular, but all visitors to the place made a quick U-turn. I blushed slightly and said I wasn't. He responded by asking if I had plans for the evening, since it was about an hour before the mall closed. I shook my head in a negative, and he asked if I would 'give him the honor' of being my escort to dinner tonight. I thought it over for a moment, then decided I could always use a free dinner, as long as there are no strings attached. I said as much, to which he agreed, saying he just wanted to get to know 'a pretty lady' like me. He put out his. I’m presuming she felt that, because it was certainly how I felt, with her vaginal juice on my face and her head in my middle regions, my cock deep within her mouth as she loved it with her tongue and her cheeks. Her hand inspected my balls and she squeezed them gently and stroked them approvingly.After a while she came up for air and lay on her back. I rolled on top of her and slid between her thighs.“Are you going to fuck me now, Vic?” she breathed, enjoying her own brazenness.“I’m going to.