She steeled herself, resolutely moving forward, her back pack slung over her shoulder, until she stepped onto the gantry and moved up into the termina....It took a moment to orient herself. She knew exactly where she needed to go from studying a few posted maps, and quickly took off down the concourse, passing the various kiosks and stores where travelers purchased reading material and food. Baggage claim wasn?t an issue for her, since her only luggage was the small backpack on her shoulder. . After a moment I felt his cockhead pushing at the entrance to my throat. I opened my throat and let his dick slide in. His pubes were tickling my nose while his balls rested on my chin. I began to move my mouth up and down his shaft and he took it as a sign to start fucking my throat. I moaned around his cock with every thrust and my dick grew harder and harder. I felt his cock begin to swell and I sucked harder and faster until I felt the got load unleash in the back of my throat. He pulled. ”He obviously didn't believe me and so I called what I thought was his bluff. He gave me his address and I said I’d have half-an-hour but I couldn’t mess up my hair or anything. Really, I couldn't believe I was doing this.For one thing, it was during working hours and, secondly… well, it was Paul. I mean, what was I thinking? But, on the other hand, I knew a few other things. One, his address was very close. Two, he’d been very nice to me for a long time. Three, he had a nice cock — and claimed. Not knowing what he would do, or what he wanted, she slowly turned and began to walk. He followed her, one half pace behind her left shoulder. The path led to the parking lot, and she thought soon she would be across it and inside her apartment. Usually she didn't hurry there; it was small, sparsely and drably furnished, just a place to stay while getting established in this new city. Almost eagerly she walked toward it, and the dark safe womb it represented in her mind. The path forked. She.