She wished she had drank a bit more so she would have been good and naughty for Trent but worried about driving as well. Another time she told herself... She pulled into the dark deserted parking lot across town, saw his truck and climbed on in. They both knew they were there to fuck so they wasted no time. They drove around the corner to his workshop and locked themselves in as to not be found or interrupted. It was a dark and mild night and not a cloud in the sky. They sat in his truck sharing. I found the house parked up and made my way to the front door, the house was very big and rather old looking not shabby but could of done with sprucing up a bit, i rang the bell and waited for a minute or two, when the door opened i was greeted by a well to do lady of about 55 who said can i help you young man, to which i said, i had been given this card by a gentleman last week and if i wanted to come round then to do so, she looked at me and said ahh that would be my husband Thomas she said. I said sure maybe we can hook up another time. So i gave her my number & she went her way i went my way. two days had passed since that encounter i was at home chillin then my phone rang. I answer it said who speaking. It was Porsha. She was like i been thinking bout you ever since that night & i been dreaming about how that big black cock would feel inside of me. I said really. Porsha was like when can i see you. I told her when i get the chance i guess. I said you gave me the best head job i. "What is it? You can tell me anything,” I begged, growing more and more curious."Nothing, don't worry about it,” she insisted."Were you thinking of another time?" I asked."Well, yes,” she replied."That is pretty hot! I bet I made you cum even harder this time,” I boasted, as I waved the dildo back and forth, feeling proud of my efforts."Eh, not exactly?" she shrugged evasively."What? Did I fuck you harder that time?" I asked."Well, no,” she replied.“Then what is it?" The time I was thinking.