I especially liked the way he was dressed, south pole sweatpants, and a over sized south pole shirt. A real thug looking black man; just what I like. ...e guides me to his living room, and pulls his sweat pants down; I pull down his underwear, and see his enormous flaccid cock right in front of my hungry eyes. It was about 8 inches soft; I immediately noticed the weight of this monster as I immediately guided it in my mouth. I opened up my mouth as wide as I could, and let the head of it lie on. I giggled slightly as the thought “She’s hot and wet for it” went through my head. I slowly pulled out until just my head was in, then I thrust back in. Not bad. I could get used to this. I thrust in and out, and the Camaro built up momentum and began to rock back and forth! I modified my thrusts into the car so that when the Camaro was coming back, I thrust in to its tailpipe, giving it a little shove which sent it forwards again, as I pulled out. It was as if the car was thrusting against me.. He fixed them on mine. "We need to talk."I nodded. "After lunch." Now, not later." He slid from the booth and moved to his feet. "Soren, please entertain Liz. Sandy and I need to talk privately. I'll call you later. Enjoy your lunch."Soren looked confused, but his confusion didn't approach Liz's dismay. I stonewalled her. "I'll call you later, Liz."Antonio helped me out of the booth and we walked away."My hotel room is nearby," he said as we left the restaurant.My apartment was closer, but if. .. except one could understand them.Potty break, some lunch and a walk about in San Pablo. Very small town, is San Pablo. So far, Bill's prediction of rough riding is false. The road is level, flat and direct."The bus," said Cock, "Stops at every village ... sometimes going miles east or west of the Northern Highway, but always coming back to it."Bill explained, "There are other roads, but they dead-end in orange groves or mahogany plantations. The Northern is the only road that runs north and.