His only rule….”not someone I know and I don’t want to hear about it”. What a guy. Lisa is a true redhead and I’ve dated some redheads in my...life. To a woman, they were wild and insatiable. I’ve always said that there’s a “fun” gene that goes along with the hair color. Lisa turned out to be a credit to her raven haired sorority sisters. After about a week of e-mails back and forth, Lisa and I agreed to meet face to face. We met at a little wine bar near both our homes on a hot Saturday. I looked over to see what she meant she had been stroking his monster and his big balls were full, she said he has no money to pay me so I told him you could help him with his problem. I opened the door turned off the alarm and turned to see that she had stripped him down right there shaking his monster asking if I liked? What was there not to like about her standing there cream running down her thighs from a long night's work shaking the biggest black cock I'd ever seen with precum dripping. I had expected some questing probe movement, but no. Gordon is, as I surmised, a practical man. He has surveyed the area to be fucked, perhaps like the vagina of a cow who needs to be impregnated with a litre of bull spunk in some kind of gigantic turkey baster, and thrust the matter firmly home. Now it’s my turn to scream – he is smaller than Mutant John thank God, but still has an impressive girth.“Shhhh,” he says, and strokes my hips. “Shhhh…”I calm my ragged breath, and relax onto him as he. “Yesterday, you let me kiss your pussy and put my finger inside you. You like the way that felt, didn’t you?”“Yes Sir.”“I told you yesterday that if you came back here today, I was going to put my dick in your pussy. You must have wanted me to fuck you, since you came back for more.”“My sister told me not to let anyone put his dick in my pussy.”“Where is your sister now?”“At home, reading a book.”When she told her uncle that, Hawley looked down at the young woman. So ... this is the older.