He and I soon became involved in a discussion on the most recent revelations and soon had learned each others names and a bit about each other, where ...e were from and the like. They were Roy and Lisa and were from Indianapolis which I was quite familiar with and we enjoyed a nice conversation for the next hour or so. We were the only people in the bar and the bartender told us he was closing early and asked if we wanted to order a few more drinks or, perhaps, a bottle of wine and take it out on. Bar patrons wandered out the door. Workingfriends and acquaintances stopped to say "Hi". All she could really dowas to keep smiling.Finally, he asked, "Would you like to go to Tiffin's for some pie?"It took all of Kelly's willpower to answer with a demure, "I'd love to."Kelly grabbed her purse from the bar and headed for the door, before Evancould find something else to distract him. She also wanted to make surehe got a good long look at how perfectly her skirt framed her butt. Shelightly. " They are beautiful," he replied dutifully as a pert young pair of pink tipped breasts were revealed."And I'm not shaved like your other women," she said, slipping the knickers off and revealing a liberal amount of thatch, just a little darker than the hair on her head."That's a matter of tradition," he said smiling, "In England few women shave, I believe, but most men do. Here it is the other way round."She moved over to him and looked down directly into his eyes."Am I acceptable?" she asked. I can feel the veins in his thick shaft as my tongue runs up and down its length.I pull his balls downward with one hand while squeezing and rolling them together with the other. His shaven sack is soft as glove leather in my hand, the balls firm, but I feel them squish as I grip and rub them. “Ahhh…. Ahhh….ahhh…” I hear his pleasure as he fully hardens to my sucking and pulling and rolling.My lust’s desire continues to stroke me long and slow and deep inside my now dripping pussy. His one hand.