Standing on my doorstep was a man who could only be described as ‘All-American’. He was tall and solidly built, his chest wrapped tightly in a bla...k t-shirt. Dark strawberry blonde hair sat softly on his head and bristly around his jaw line, and a smile full of perfect teeth matched the smile in his eyes of vibrant and deep blue. He smiled at me as I stared dumbly at him, a thousand things going through my mind: holy shit he’s perfect…oh my god I look like shit…I really hope I don’t. The blankets laid down now near the fire opposite from where the breeze is pushing the smoke. I can feel my blood flowing, the excitement of the evenings gifts tantalizing my already overly horny mind. She sits down, marshmallow stick in one hand and her drink in the other. I hold her drink as the melted treat becomes a s'more. A bit for her and a bit for me as she takes her time feeding us both. The marshmallow stuck to her lower lip is the perfect opportunity to aid her with a kiss. She. I have some things to take care with Jessie and I want you to be ready when I get back." Yes, dear," Catherine answered. "Can I play while I wait?"What she meant was, could she use her toys while he was busy."Sure you can, dear. I want that pussy nice and wet and ready for me when I get there." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then left and headed towards Jessie's place.Fifteen minutes later he knocked on the front door and waited for Jessie to answer."Come in, Mr. Carl," he heard. This afternoon? Ye gods! I was thinking that maybe I'd have a little more time to get used to the idea, to get mentally prepared."Yes," I said, "I can do that."Helena jotted the address of her apartment on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. We decided, for discretion's sake, to leave separately and rendezvous there. I went back to my office and made arrangements to be gone for the afternoon, pleading urgent personal business, which, as far as I was concerned, was the absolute truth. As it.