Yes,” said my mystery man.When he pulled his dick out, cum was dripping down my chin. I was left with the mess to clean up.While enjoying the memory...of the past, I had developed a hard dick. My jerking off was minutes away.There was a knock at the door.I answered the door and a good-looking guy six-feet with shoulder-length hair was standing there.“Hello, my name is Leon.”“Leon, you can put the tray over on the table.”I reached for the pen to sign for the order and my robe fell open. Leon. I opened the French doors off the kitchen sitting room andstepped into the cool autumn air of late October. It was a clearnight and the stars were out, probably around 55 degrees (notcold but just a slight autumn chill). It was after 11PM and Iwas walking around the sidewalks feeling cool air rush up underthe skirt on my smooth legs and I got into it. I was walkingvery much over-emphasizing my hips swinging and then sat on thelawn furniture or leaned against the brick walls a pretended Iwas a. I look at Joe and say, "I want your cock. I'm opening my legs wide now just for you." I spread my legs until both feet are over the sides of the bed and hold my pussy lips apart. Joe positions his sweet, fat, muscular dick at the gate to my honey box."Yes, that's it, give it to me now!"As he thrusts in hard, I explode. Starting deep inside my center, uncontrollable waves of thrill flood through my body, going from the tips of my toes to the top of my head and back again and back again. It feels. It was all questions I'm sure they already knew the answers to. I looked at Martin when I answered but often glanced at Sandoval who said nothing and remained inscrutable."Now let's change topics," Martin said.She was a friendly woman and easy to talk with but when she said that my anxiety returned."Sure," I mumbled."We talked to the night clerk who worked Friday night at the motel you stayed in. He said you and a girl..." She looked at her notes. " ... Alex is her name, paid to stay one night..