I'm so glad that him sounded like a nice person and patient also and indeed it is I can tell now :-) but what made me rode my bicycle those 6 miles ...o meet him were those words,(actually 12 miles because I had to go back home) he sounded so sexual, so experience, such a good lover, so masculine, and attractive mmmmm mmmmm yeahh, had a little trouble finding his house, so when we finally met, I arrived to his two stories house, left my bike parked under stairs, started walking up when he came. Not so much, you think? Put it in your mouth, and take it to the root. On top of that, he is not circumcised. Another more or less rarity. At least where I grew up. On my knees, with his cock exposed, I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth. My tongue traced around the head of his cock, pushing the foreskin out a bit. Fred moaned. Using my lips, I pushed his foreskin back, my tongue laving his head as I did so. I think I tasted a salty drop of his precum, but I wasn’t sure, and I wasn’t. I stood up, took all my clothes off, and straddled her lap. I started stroking my cock and playing with her big, soft boobs. We each massaged a boob, causing both of her big nipples to become erect. I pressed my cock against her sternum, and she pushed her boobs around it. I fuck her tits like this for a few minutes, then went back to stroking my cock and squeezing her boobs. After another few minutes, i started getting leg cramps, so she suggested that she lay down on her back. I thought it. My mind began working on the subject I’d been avoiding all week. I wanted to make the little bitch pay for what she’d done to me, to Kelsey, and to anyone else she’d ever hurt. But how? What could I do that would put her in her place without getting me in trouble too? This is what I couldn’t figure out. I spent all night alone in my RV, looking up at the ceiling, trying to comprehend a feasible solution, but nothing brilliant came to me. I knew the next night I’d be back to my routine of.