I put my head between her legs and smelt her pussy. The musty smell was great. I stuck my tounge inside her and rolled around, flicking her clit. She ...oaned louder and screamed ‘don’t stop. Oh god don’t stop.’ I didn’t stop. I kept rolling my tounge, tasting her juices in my mouth. ‘OHHHH…MMMMM…..GOD BABY!! I’M CUMMMMMMINGGGG!!’ Her body gyrated as she screamed, almost convulsing. I kissed her pussy and started working my way upwards. Kissing her navel, then her sternum, working my way to her. I could feel the essence of it fill me, making my muscles and mind feel electric, not to mention the warmth of that place somehow not quite inside myself where my talents live.“Are you some kind of vampire?!” Lord, but he was pathetic now.“Yup. Now give me your wallet.”“What?”“Wallet. Imbecile.” He struggled to reach it a few moments before handing me a simple brown affair. I fished out the cash and took his driver’s license for good measure.“Randolph Quaid,” I said. “You don’t look like a. It literally sent the shivers through Roger’s spine. He simply could not resist and asked Irene, if she was going to jerk him off, he would prefer to stretch on the bed. He removed his pants off and moved towards the bed. Irene made the first move by gently stroking his cock while her nipples pressed against his naked chest and he moaned with great satisfaction as she completed each stroke. Roger reached over to play with her nipples making her body shiver and tremor with the joy. Then Roger. Everyone knew about Rance. Dragged two of his men to safety, took out a whole mess of Taliban by himself. Hell, they gave him a medal for it,’ Buster proclaimed. ‘I’d heard something about it, but ….’ Rance cut the conversation off at that point. ‘Enough of that for now. Let’s get you to your hotel and we can have a drink and talk.’ I had a couple of questions for Rance when we were alone. I ended up being a bystander at what could only be described as an informal but thorough interview. It was.