The brother picked up immediately, and we ended up spending two hours on the phone. At the end of our lengthy conversation, I heard myself invite Roge... to grab a bite with me at the Saint Laurent Mall food court, and the brother happily accepted. I don’t normally do stuff like that but there’s something different about Roger Duchene, and, um, even at this point, so early into our relationship, the Haitian brother had quite an effect on me! The next day, around noon, I took the bus to the Saint. "I said, "Wait a minute, hon. You know what a 69 is?"She smiled and said, "Sure."I sat back down on the bed and moved down towards her pussy. In turn she took my cock in her hands and licked it. Instead of one of us getting on top, we laid on our sides. I slowly licked around her pussy lips just to tease her and to lap up her juices. While I was doing that she licked the underside of my cock like she would an ice cream cone. She paid special attention to right under the head. The way she licked. "Had a car to return." That car came to you," the woman told me directly.I was about to reply with an expected, "Yeah, right," but stopped myself. These people virtually live on The Highway as best I could determine. I know I'd seen them here on both my previous trips. Bad form to argue with someone who may know a whole lot more than you do.I settled for giving an indeterminate nod, before settling down to firmly watch The Highway myself. I intended now to prove myself as dedicated a watcher as. The watchman’s wife’s noticed me looking at her boobs but she did not bother to cover them or change the angle and that gave me the courage to make that bold move to get her laid on the bed with her.After wiping the floor, she went to the kitchen to wash her hands and then to wash the vessels. I went to the kitchen and stood close to her and started speaking to her, asking about the present condition in her native place.Meanwhile, I started rubbing my erect dick on my security guard’s wife’s.