I rang the doorbell of the old house his dad lived in. It took a while before he opened the door. But eventually he opened the door and i told him who...i was. He let me in and as soon as the door was closed he said: "get naked, you fucking slut". I quickly took my clothes off and i was barly ready when he grabbed my hair and dragged me to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and breathed heavy looking at me. "hmhmhmh such a whore! only good for fucking" he said while letting his pants down. He. “We’re being followed,” I said. Fuck, you guys ... you’re going to get me in trouble.“Let’s go get my car and go home.” That was just loud enough for the ill-fitting suit to hear. He was standing next to us while gazing at women’s corsets on display in a dusty store window. Nothing suspicious about that.We stopped in at the Edwards ... John Q Senior’s hotel and his son Johnny’s pawnshop. Where I bought all those guitars ... lest you forget. We chatted with Johnny and played a few with John. I. She introduced herself as Heather. She was wearing a plain t-shirt and black sweats and her hair was drawn up under a baseball hat. Simple make-up. We exchanged pleasantries and small talk and she went on her way. For the rest of fall, I would periodically see her walking and she always stopped to talk to me. I actually looked forward to our little visits and started to fantasize about her sometimes. A harsh winter came and our visits stopped. I would find myself lookingout the window to catch. When she came back she was no longer wearing the dress, she had on a lingerie set... she looked stunning. We started kissing, very wet and passionate kisses. I started touching her boobs and butt and she also was touching me, my cock was rock hard, she started touching it gently. She went down to her knees and lowered my boxers, I knew what was about to happen and couldn't be happier, she started sucking my dick like no one had ever sucked me before, it was awesome. She went on on for a minute.