I scooped up our basket, wiped the blade on his back, and rushed away. I dropped the knife into the basket so it wasn’t visible and walked hurriedly...toward the noise of a market.Miranda! Where are we? The poor girl was in shock.“Baltimore,” she answered weakly.I don’t care what city. Do you have a home here? Can we get to it?“Yes.” She hesitated as we looked around. “That way.” She didn’t move. Fuck! I started walking.You’d better keep telling me which way to go if you ever want to get home. There would be no problem getting both of her fists long and deep into Rayleena. Tiffany went to work on Rayleena's prick now, stroking the shaft, and licking the head eagerly with her tongue. "My god," exclaimed Tiffany. "It's like your prick is actually getting thicker and your balls heavier, as we go along." "You sound surprised, Tiffany," said Rayleena. "Take it as a compliment that I appreciate the job you and Clyda are doing on me. Besides, after watching that little contest between. I ask the waitress for water, press a $20 bill in her hand and ask her to bring you to me when your set is done.You finish singing and step offstage, looking mildly disgusted with your backup band. My waitress approaches and passes on my invitation. You glance in my direction and immediately feel a shock as a connection is made between us.You ask her to bring you a drink and walk over to meet me. I stand as you approach, taking your hand in mine and kiss the smooth back, turning it over and. "Yeah bitch? Take it all?" he whispered.I moaned my compliance to his command as I swallowed feverishly.I didn't want to disappoint him and drop any of it. I reached upand planted my hands on his firm muscular ass and held him thereas I sucked forcefully to bring out every last drop of his hotcome. I looked up at him. His face was twisted up as his orgasmdied down. He looked down into my big eyes, my mouth was filledwith his fat cock and I was milking it for everything it couldgive me. He.