"That's as good a plan as any," I said.When we left the restaurant, traffic had died down, and getting around in the city was easier. For that reason ... asked if she wanted to do any sightseeing. We basically drove east until we got to the Mississippi River, using the big, silver arch St. Louis is known for as our guide. The Arch itself was pretty impressive. It looked too sleek and too thin to go that high up into the air, unsupported by any exterior wires or cables. There was a riverboat. I am 44, 5’8”, 210lbs; a pretty average white guy but I have very nice muscular legs and butt, though it seems a toss up which men recall more, my muscled lower body or my long hair.This happened four days into my eight-day trip on a Wednesday night. Innocently enough, I had chatted with a fifty-something ginger-bear man named Brian (from San Diego) at the bar earlier in the day and that evening he introduced me to a few men he knew casually. Sean (a fireplug of a guy from New York) and Mike. But for now I held her and kissed her lips and she kissed back. I kissed her beautiful soft tits and sucked on her nipples. She moaned. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I gently placed her on the bed. She lay on her back and sighed. I kissed every inch of her body. I then opened her legs and thrust my cock deep into her cunt. She gasped and moaned as I fucked her hard. She orgasm'd several times before I finally shot my cum deep inside her. She was sobbing and said it has been. Yeah, that’s crazy, right? The babysitter is one of the Archangels. Pretty sweet connections, don’t ya think? Not everyone can claim that distinction. He volunteered and kicked me out, told me to ‘get humping,’ to use his words. I think that the dude deserves a major reward and soon, if you ask me,” Marcy winked at me as the throng followed me to my residence.That was when things got a little hairier than expected. Eight men burst into the crowd with Thompson submachine guns, firing at us on.