On the trip home, Brenda asked her son to give her a ride and drop her off so that she could camp overnight on a future weekend. Christopher agreed wi...h a promise, as he drew out a rolled sandwich bag that had been concealed within his shirt. Watching him, Brenda couldn't help but think of Shaggy from Scoobie Doo. Chris's tousled hair, his small beard tuft and his baggy long sleeved shirt created an image that solicited a tender mother's smile from Brenda. She felt her irritation with him. La porta si chiude dietro di me, e quando mi volto di scatto a guardarla, una persona scivola alle mie spalle. Sussulto, faccio un passo indietro mentre osservo la donna appena apparsa: alta, magra, dalla carnagione estremamente pallida ed i capelli nero corvino, sembra avere forme definite, sotto un lungo abito nero dall'alto colletto."Tu devi essere John, giusto? Ti stavo aspettando. Mi hanno detto che sei qui per attraversare la Porta d'Argento... seguimi"La voce è cupa, dolce ma tetra,. ‘Going to cash in the free dinner?’ She asked. ‘I…uhh..err…Yea.’ I managed. ‘Want to share a table?’ She grinned. ‘Sure, why not?’ I said. The steaks were perfect, so was the Lobster, I laughed when she licked her fingers. The wine was excellent, both bottles. I listened while she told me some hilarious stories about her court room antics, it turned out she was a legal team advisor. Then she listened while I told her about flying all over the country fixing problems. She got an interested look. This set the pace for the next few minutes, as I pushed her away and pulled her back, my hips moving in counterpoint, driving my cock into and out of her throat as fast as I could. She never moved her hands from their position behind her back, and I saw her eyes on me several times, communicating their love for me, even for what we were doing.I could feel the first twinges of my orgasm approaching, and I pulled back until just the head was in her mouth then started moving rapidly in and out of.