For the moment. Finding Michael was a long drawn out project, the reason why months passed between our original discussion in Paris and the culminatio... of my search. I won’t bore you with the many false trails I followed, the e-mail exchanges that fizzled out, the hopes that were raised and dashed. After all that, you will understand the elation of success. Michael told us he was an American doctor, a general practitioner, from a small town in Oregon. At thirty-two, Michael is ten years younger. I stood up straight and stepped back to look at her. “You fucking bastard,” she spat, feeling the back of her head. “That actually hurt.” “I actually don’t really give a shit. Stand up.” She looked pissed, but she stood anyways. She wanted to get off too, and she knew if she told me off, she wouldn’t get anything but a hard ass fuck. It had happened before. “What now, big man?” She smoothed out her skirt. “Get over to the back of the couch.” She walked over and I followed close behind her.. "There's more than one way to skin a cat," I said. "You can always put a skin ON the cat."She laughed. "Yeah, I guess so," Jolene said, "but..." You just need to find a guy who'll take care of it," I said.Jolene looked at me directly again. "Are you that kind of guy?" I could be," I said, realizing that we'd gone a long way from casual banter."Good," she said, smiling. Then she waited."Uh... Would you like to go out some time?"Jolene couldn't go out any night soon. She had to baby-sit her. . feeling the balls down there.. she whispered – ohhh they are soo soft … uhmm mma aaaaa…. Slowly she came up .. up… up and then to the tip of the dick.. ohhh that feeling was great …. I took her one finger and put it in my mouth …. And told her to do as I lick her finger… and she was very good at it…. Soon she started to give me blow job like a pro… as she was sucking me off .. i clicked few more pics, as i can enjoy my angel in her absence also..Then we adjusted ourselves and got in 69.