“I’m Ivan Meskers. I take it this has nothing to do with business?”“No, this is personal. We have information on who you are.”He perked up a... that, calling upstairs. “Kaci, we’ve got guests. I think you’ll want to be here for this.” Turning back to Al and Betty, he continued as they waited. “I notice a few people hanging around out front. Did you not want them to hear this, or are they to scare our customers away?”“We thought you’d appreciate the privacy,” Al assured him. He glanced around. With his head inside her ass and her back at the perfect angle, John grabbed her waist and slid half his cock inside her. Andrea's hands and arms reached for some support that was not there, but John had her tightly in his grasp.Once he was firmly and confidently inside her, her grabber her elbows and pulled them behind her back, forcing her chest out again and giving him the support to ram further up her butt. He started to move back and forth in her anal chute, driving up a little further. It would only take them about forty minutes or so, depending on traffic, to get to their destination. They filled up most of that time listening to music from Simon’s phone that was connected to his car's music system. Simon had sent Ruth some information the previous night about the benefits of the naturist lifestyle, and she thanked him for it saying that it had made her feel a little more at ease.They finally arrived at the place they would have to park the car, and after doing so they began. I saw Matt die ten feet from me.I now had a semi-serious boyfriend, Clint Callahan. I say ‘semi’ mainly because he lived in New York. That geographical separation — half a country apart — wasn’t all negative. When we did get together, here or there, it was usually fresh and fun.I hooked up with Clint after dodging his advances for months. He had made two trips to KC and, eventually, my family approved of our affair. Walker had been the most reluctant — he worships the relationship, the.