Sanjeev was elder to me by five years; he stayed away from my city but usually came back every six months on account of his official work. On a Saturd...y Sanjeev came to my city and invited me and sweetie for dinner, sweetie was not introduced to my bachelor friend so she was reluctant to go to the invitation, after much perusal she agreed to go there. Sanjeev always stayed at star hotels and was a man of excellent taste; we went to the reception and asked for him the receptionist asked us to go. Jeff knew that with the speed of her brain, the pause was for effect rather than a requirement of her thought processes.“Captain,” she returned formally, “there is a distinct possibility that my judgment would be questionable. Something that I might judge of high importance might not be as highly rated in your judgment, or the reverse. I can, of course, mimic human judgment, but even that varies between individuals.”“Okay,” he said after thinking a few seconds, “I suppose we’ll have to come up. She gagged a little, then pulled him out, her saliva dripping off his erection. She then turned around, and stuck her bum out, he moved in behind her and slid straight into her very wet cunt. After a few thrusts, he pulled out, and walked over and stood in front of me, his cock covered in her cream, a long string of precum dangling from his cumslit. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, leaned forward and he pushed himself inside. The taste was wonderful, the flavours of his precum and her. It looked like it had just rained, but there wasn’t a cloud for miles, the street was covered in trash, and the beautiful women were replaced by homeless men and garbage cans, bottles of dry liquor, and bloody tampons. The air had a pungent sweet smell, like fruit.I looked up at the street sign, to see if I had the right street, it said “Lonely St.” but it was different, it was scratched up and covered in graffiti. It now read “Spook City USA”Not letting that stop me from seeing my sweet.