" In the bedroom, I noticed a portable folding massage table, a queen-sized bed, and a chest of drawers. Carl asked, "Would you like a massage?" "Sure..." I said, "I never had a massage before. I am certain you do excellent massages. You might be good I would want a massage all the time." I stripped down to my boxers and asked Carl, "Where do you want me?" Carl nodded toward the massage table saying, "On the table and remove your boxers." I felt a little nervous exposing myself first but did as. And I did get to fuck a lovely lady . May1992Steve and Bev.I cant for the life of me remember how i got in touch with him. all i can remember is that he wasn't married to Bev and he had a wife called Jean that he sent me quite a few photos of and a video of Jean being fucked by some guy , i still have the video and the photos but i don't know where he was from .But he worked for the Government and it all had to be a bit hush hush frightened of losing his job and his wife finding out .Anyway i. He latched onto my cunny with his teeth and I screamed out as he pulled away, my puffy folds being grabbed by his teeth. I could hear my Grandpa behind me laughing as I screamed… telling his friend that he knew he would love me.I nearly fell again as I felt one of his hands moved from my hips to my bottom. He moved his finger to where he mouth was and pushed it into my cunny. Then he took it out and replaced it with his mouth again. He was sucking and biting all the time and I sobbed as. It was good that he had saved this visit for last, as he knew that it would wipe him out emotionally. As he walked away he was anxious to get back to the homeless shelter, as all he felt like doing was resting: his tour of the past had left him exhausted emotionally and physically. As he waited for the next bus to arrive, he thought back to the consequences of his hotheaded, stubborn decision to leave town after that argument with Lenora. Even before he left he was starting to regret his.