Had mespilling my guts inside of ten minutes. That was my turning point inlife...for real. A brief phone call that would alter my perception ofeveryth...ng. We met at a gas station a few days later, a meet and greet.He was a good looking guy about 40, 6' 220 lbs. Clean cut with very shorthair and a thin well groomed mustache. Glasses. Smelled really nice. Hewore a loose athletic shirt and large baggy gym shorts. I got in thefront seat of his SUV to talk, nothing more. Three minutes later he. He was immediately recognized as one of them; the handkerchief was thrown down, and the iron-heeled shoe replaced on the foot of the wretch to whom it belonged. Some voices were heard to say that the gentleman was right; that he intended to be civil, in his way, and that they would set the example of liberty of conscience, --and the mob retired. The keeper was so stupefied at this scene that he took Andrea by the hands and began examining his person, attributing the sudden submission of the. She looked down but could not see his face as it was hidden between her loins and by her pubic forest. Just as she was about to pull him away from her cunt, he pulled away and slid up her body. His face was covered in her juices. She opened her mouth with desire as he again fastened his young mouth on hers, tasting her own juices as his tongue slid into her.His throbbing manhood was now pressed at the entrance to her sex. She reached down and felt its hardness, its softness and its power. She. “Please, let’s get started! I’ll do anything!”“I know you will.” Naia slid a finger down his chest, twirling it in circles through his pubes. “I’m going to need you to do something for me first.”“I think I can do that. But first, can I just lay on you for a bit?”“Why?” Naia’s smile vanished, then reappeared.“I just need a couple of minutes. To feel you against me, to make sure you really are real.” He guided her to the edge of the tub, laying back against her. His head between her breasts,.