But I wanted you to do one very special thing for me…………… but it’s hard to ask you.”, Jen admitted. “Jen, you know I love you. What do...you need me to do for you. You know money is not an issue for me. Whatever you need I can get it.”, I promised. “This doesn’t cost any money.”, she answered. “Ok Jen……what can I do then?”, I inquired wanting to go back to sleep.“Oh god, I can’t believe I’m going to finally say it. Would you please……… uh, sleep with me. I want you to be my first.”, Jennifer. For the past month, I'd been sharing this oasis w/ Geraldine, gladly so. She was 37 (ten years older than myself) but quite attractive and intelligent, 5' 3" and 120 lbs. 32C-24-34 vitals, cocoa-brown skin w/ a sweet scent of coconut and vanilla. Cute in the face, she had dots like freckles on her cheeks, and wore her hair short but piled higher on top, w/ a sweep of bangs across her forehead. She also dressed quite well; not too nice as it was a Manufacturing area. She didn't often speak. It had been a long time for me, maybefor him. And back then, the last time for me, that is, it had been me whowas leaning forward, just a bit too eagerily, hoping for a look downthrough the valley on her chest, who let fingers to oh-so-casually brushagainst hers.His name was Chester, Chet, he said. No, not from here, Washington. Hereally didn't pick up girls in bars, so he said. Accountants don't dothat, he laughed. He'd been a town a few days, down on business. Yes,business took him here from. When he was almost there he pinched her nose and laughed as she writhed and he fucked her harder, reaming her as she fought harder and finally let go of her nose while he groaned as he slammed in hard pumping hot cum into the girls cunt as she breathed shallowly through her nose trying to get enough air. The man pulled out and slapped her face telling her hed be eating her soon. The guy in line had been watching and thought it was a great idea to cut off her air supply, so as soon as he sunk.