She leaned closer and tenderly kissed the throbbing cock-meat. God, veena, ahahh yes! I moaned. My hips jerked forward uncontrollably as I felt her ho... breath flowing down my cock, arousing me even more- – Her mouth opened wide and wider still. Her lips moved downward, slipping over the head of his prick, then moving even lower. Her head stopped moving when a good half of the meaty cock-rod was inside her mouth. As she continued to suck my prick, her tongue kept lashing around and around its. It was a small ranch house with no garage. There was a white Lexus in the driveway with the trunk and back doors open. As I walked up to the door, Ken Sanders was coming out with an armload of clothing. He dropped everything and rushed back into the house as soon as he saw me. I stumbled over the stuff he dropped and managed to see him going out the back, as I entered. I had to laugh at his reaction. Hell I wasn’t like Billy. I was a nice guy. It looked like the type of place that was rented. Marina silently acknowledged that the food was completely enjoyable. Marina is giddy as a schoolgirl, I escorted Marina upstairs to our suite for a drink. Marina is about to refuse as she already had four glasses of wine this evening, two past her normal limit. She thought about telling me no but then she remembered this relationship is very important to her. In the darkened room, I motioned Marina to slip onto the sofa first. I smiled when I saw her dress rise up her firm thigh and is awarded. She was popular in college; guys chased her all over the place. She had that waifish lost little girl look. She wore pretty clothes that gave her a childlike appearance. I remember those cute little romper and jumper sets. She’d wear white button up blouses, peter pan collars and capped shoulders. She was as cute as a button; kind of a miniature, baby sized, Barbie. Yeah, I tracked her down like she was a young deer. Once I got her in my sites it was all over. Sure bet, I wasn’t worried. I knew.