......?She pulled back from throating me and after bobbing on my head a few times she pulled off of me and breathed hard yet remained knelt before me,...I had my hands firmly holding her head or actually holding handfuls of her long straight black hair. I was breathing heavy from the stimulation and I closed my eyes while letting the cum ease back down my shaft. I let go of her hair and she stood then pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra.I opened my eyes and she stood before me naked from. I step closer to her."Nice day for a beach walk, isn't it?" she says."Yes, it is, if a little cool," I reply, glad that she has given me a way to say something emotionally neutral. In reality, my insides are doing cartwheels at the chance to talk with this goddess."Do you have a name?" she asks."Uh, yeah, of course. I'm Mary." Well, it's nice to meet you, Mary." She continues beaming at me with her arresting smile and looks me up and down once. "Want to sit with me?" Sure!" I say a little too. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Evelyn Fitzpatrick stopped her car in the entrance to the parking garage and slowly turned the business card in her hand. It was badly stained with coffee and torn nearly in two because she had torn it and thrown it into the trash when she took it out of her purse that night. But the barcode area was relatively clean and she. P.?’ It was an hour later, and Down was in a shit-hole called The Dog and Duck. It was the kind of pub that resisted all attempts at civility, especially from the regulars, who were Rottweiler-territorial about it, they marked their scents with piss and beer, and defended it from intruders with low guttural growls from foam-filled mouths. The Dog and Duck at 11:00 A.M.–already drunk on testosterone, sick of itself, and pleading for female attention. Sunlight cowered timidly in the corner,.