“Hello?”“It’s crowded and I was hoping I could share your table.”“Jake!” We talked until I had to leave for the office. I did much of th... talking and we laughed. But, he shared some, too. I learned that he didn’t live in Atlanta, not even in Georgia. He had been a professional football player with the Falcons, but after retiring he found a dream piece of property in Florida. He comes to Atlanta for assignments and other meetings. When we disconnected, I was smiling. It wasn’t that he was. She sucked cock as if she was worshipping your dick. She would pull her mouth off and look at it as if she was planning where was her skilled lips going to attack next. She was similar to my recent PR friend. She liked to take the load in her pussy. She really enjoyed doggy style alot and I loved watching her Round brown ass bouncing as I fed her pussy my cock. As I got closer to cumming, she would start talking spanish to me, "Dame, papi, dame, dame tu leche." When we finished she would say to. So...I can't evendescribe it...so nothing like anything I've ever had before."Greg's worry melted away a little, and he leaned down and in, to kissme. Softly."Believe me," he whispered, "it gets so much better."Then he winked, and made me giggle.We stood up, me wrapped in his arms, and he showered my neck and earsand cheeks and forehead and nose in kisses, tiny little butterflytouches that were warm and delicious.Then he gently picked me up and laid me down on the bed, with him layingdown. .. about us. Two Dragon Knights. On quest. In the same city, the same inn. It will be a tale told for years to come.She returns with two metal goblets, setting mine carefully before me, nearly slamming his down with as much insolence as she dares. He ignores her, lifts his goblet to his lips, and then appears to remember. He holds it for a second, lifts it in salute. I wait for the prayer thanking the gods for his holy quest, asking their protection for mine, so that I may ... try to ....