"Before she answered, Jen took stock of her prospective sexual partner. He was a big, handsome, muscular man, perhaps over six feet tall and very clos... to 200 pounds. His salt and pepper hair offered a nice contrast against his evenly tanned skin, but his most outstanding feature was probably his huge hands, almost like bear paws. He had an easy smile and a distinctive American accent but presented somewhat of an enigma, using both British and American phrases and expressions. Thin wisps of smoke climbed towards a vent in the roof. The walls were plastered and brightly painted. In a small room to one side she could see painted figures of a colossal bull attended by men and women each carrying what she took to be offerings. With a shock she recognised it. This was Pylos, Nestor's palace on the mainland; the great central room, the megaron. How could she be here?She looked down at herself, surprised to see that she was dressed as the women in the wall painting. Her. She pushed forward, trying to get me to touch her clitoris but I always pulled back. When I finally flicked my tongue against the nub, she came immediately, screaming, her inhibitions giving way. My eyes followed the trickle of her liquid running down into the cleft of her buttocks. For some reason, my gaze settled on the wrinkles of her anus. I wet my forefinger inside her, then rubbed it against the black-rimmed orifice. She tensed, but didn't pull away, Encouraged, I pushed my finger. We had shared stories and pics, frustrations and laughs, but had never met, so when you found I was traveling nearby, you jumped at the chance to meet up. The place you picked was easy to find; an out of the way diner on a two lane black top, very fitting for an old country boy like me. You walked in wearing brown cowboy boots and a long sun dress, the sun behind you shining through the fabric and outlining your every curve. The mere sight took away my breath. We ate, and were considering.
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