"He is no fucking astronaut, that is for sure," I said. "So lets see what or who he is. Give me his wallet." Anya handed it to me and I left the room....When I was standing in the dark parking lot, I called the number eve had given me."You know what I'm doing," I asked the chick who answered."I know," she said sadly."I need to know who this puke is." Then I read her everything from his wallet. Instead of the usual two hour wait she was right back with it. He has a minor record in Astonia. His. I immediately started having multiple orgasms and they continued as he had me get on my knees and he fucked me from behind. Then I was on my side with Mike lying behind me his cock buried in my pussy. He fucked me in this position until we both came again. We lay there until his cock slowly slid out of me. After a short rest we got up to get dressed. While we were fuck my husband had cleaned my ATV. Instead of getting dressed immediately we sat and had a drink and something to eat. When I. “We’ll just go back out and see what happens girls. Could be a night to remember!” ------------------------------- Mehmet sat back and waited for the girls to come back. He could scarcely believe his luck. He was often in this bar looking for girls, and he usually didn’t have much trouble finding them, or indeed of fucking them. His eastern charm coupled with his good looks and his sculpted body he could essentially have his. His long fingers traced a pattern on the tablecloth. Daniel’s hands were just as slender. ‘I figured a bread maker’s hands would be more solid.’ As though he heard her thoughts, David said, ‘It’s hereditary. The long fingers. Our family were bowmen, and later, musicians. Even now, Daniel and I are the only ones without music.’ ‘Dan plays the piano at the Bans,’ she informed him. ‘Yes, well, he stopped that before Christmas,’ he looked to his employee as two mugs of hot chocolate were placed in.