No dice on any of the items on my list. I remarked on my quest to Syd, who lived in Chapel Hill. “QBD Books,” he said in his typically terse manne....“Where’s it at?”“Plaza, south o’ Dymock’s...”I decided to try. Sure enough, they had an American abridgment of the Elizabethan translation of Ariosto’s Orlando Furioso. I bought it and finally got back to work a bit before three.I moved E.O. Wilson’s autobiography, Naturalist, which had arrived last week, aside and began to read my acquisition.. .as I turn around he places his hands on my hips, pulling me close to him. I feel his manhood against my arse. Mmmm, he must be so big I can feel him through his jeans. Throwing my head back onto his shoulder, I begin to feel his breath on my neck. Shivers run down my body as I feel his lips, so soft and gentle, touch my neck. He brings his lips up to my ear and asks if I would like to come back to his place for the night. I turn around and look at him as I pull him closer to me and kiss him;. I looked down and saw her sucking my hard cock like a candy. She as doing it as an expert. I was feeling weak in my knees with her continuous sucking and licking. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she looked disappointed. I had other plans. I removed her jeans and pushed her back on the bed. She was wearing matching white lacy panty.I spread her legs and started kissing her from the toe till her inner thighs ensuring that I do not get close to her panty. After doing this for a while, she as. That was all it took and I shuttered and bucked with a huge, deep, violent orgasm. As promised, I felt the familiar spasm of his body too and then the warm shower of cum in my mouth. I don't know if it was the angle of his throat fucking, or the volume of his cum or both but I was not able to keep up with all of the cum and gagged and had to turn my head to recover. The thick white fountain continued over my face until his balls were finally drained. I was trying to clear my cum covered eyes by.