Then she begin to tell me what was happening:"Do you remember when we talked about the difference between Real Menand sissies?" Yes, but I thought it ...as just us talking." I replied."I know you did, but trust me, I was dead serious about needing a RealMan with a large cock to satisfy my sexual needs. Although I love youwith all my heart, my pussy needs something more demonstrative,thicker, longer and commanding at times."I looked down toward the ground listening to her tell me she was takingon. I had brought along my mp3 player and I was totally involved nothing but trying to steady my breathing, the pounding of my feet, and the blaring music in my ears occupied my attention. I lasted six laps at that speed before the burning in my lungs and legs finally forced me to a walk. I walked for two more laps and after recovering my breath did a sprint up the straightaway. “Shit!” I coughed, spitting to try and clear my throat. I clutched at my chest but kept walking for another lap before. It's happening, baby doll! Rosemary's letting loose! She’s fuck . . . fucking cumming!”There was no doubt about that. The teasing cunt shook her ass all over him, bouncing and trembling even more than Marion bounced and trembled. Maybe not, but it sure seemed that way. In any event, Rosemary Criscola let loose like Vic loved all his women letting loose, with a lot of movement and lots of dirty talk vocals. As for Vic, he couldn’t help but let loose too. Mrs. Criscola, the once staid and. “I know we’re on a schedule, but I need to shower and change. There is no way I’m going to meet the President dressed like a stevedore.”The driver snickered, and Sergeant Wilson laughed. “Mr. Morrison. We are driving you to the Marriott, where we’ve reserved a room for you for the express purpose of allowing you to tend to your personal needs. My assistant and I took the liberty of moving your luggage as soon as the cargo plane landed, and it will meet you at the Marriott,” he would have gone.