The next thing I know she drops to her knees and starts kneading my cock through my pants. She had never done this before but I'd be damned if I was ...oing to stop her. She undid my button, unzipped me and yanked my jeans down to my ankles, then pulled my boxers down as well. She stared at my 6 1/5 inch cock ( yup I'm a realist, no fake 10's here ) before taking into he mouth. She was an amateur but improving quickly. Soon her tongue was all over my cock and the teeth began to lighten up to. .. yeah, I have a friend in Vancouver. Runs an investigation and security business." That wouldn't be Orca, would it?" she asked with a furrowed brow."Yeah ... that's the one. Do you know it?" Sure, I work there. You must know Harold Sinden then," she said."Yes ... definitely. We worked together a few years ago." Really? What were you doing?" Oh ... it was one of those joint task-force things between Interpol and the U.S." So that was before he started Orca, then?" That's right." I. She looked at me via the mirror as I came in, “Hey,” She said, washrag in her hands. She didn't look pleased.“You okay?” I asked.“I’m fine.” She said, a little brusquely. I moved up behind her, pressing myself against her ass."Don't," She said.I backed off. "What's the matter?" What is it with guys' need to nut on your face?" Huh?" Is it a power thing? A humiliation thing? A macho thing?" Nut on your face?" Why they gotta make a mess? Why don't they just let me swallow it?" That guy nutted on. I turned my back towards Paul to complete my interview then managed toslip into the general store which was happily playing to an impromptucrowd, and after a bit of stealthy footwork found my way out the back andslipped for my family's car--A head popped up behind the car just as I reached the door.My heart jumped.Paul!"Hi!" he called."H--Hi," I answered, anxiously keeping my face pitched down, wonderingjust how to explain this breech of fledgling machohood."Yea, well, I just wanna say that.