“The cousin’s name is Jerome.”Bitsy still wouldn’t tell me where she lived, so I had to meet her at the office. She drove to the small brick b...ilding about as wide and the lock shop, but three times as deep. It still had the large glass windows of it’s previous occupants. The only thing church like about it was a sign with the name of the church, and a wooden cross, made from treated two by fours, erected in the yard.There were four cars parked in the gravel and broken concrete parking lot. We. ‘Do you want me to suck it?’ I asked. ‘Hmm yes but not for too long as you are too good and I don’t want to cum yet, I want to cum inside you again.’ I smiled but wasn’t sure if my pussy was going to take much more pounding. It was sore from its stretching earlier and although I was hot and horny for him I didn’t know if I could take his thick cock again just yet. I didn’t want to disappoint though and nodded, bending down to suck on his thick rod. I could taste my pussy juices round his dick. Standing in the cool, early morning air, she tightened her wrap around herself and tiptoed over to her target. She heard a chuckle in the darkness."Can't sleep either, huh?"She shook her head no and then realized he probably couldn't see that. "No," she whispered. "Mind if I join you?"She noticed shadowy movement in the darkness and heard the rustle of fabric. "Come on in," he told her.However much she hated Chirurgen, she had to admit the man had great taste in just about everything—including. Instead, she made herself dinner and let a couple of hours pass. Then, she picked up the phone again. And, again, her hands began to shake. What if this were to be the last conversation she would ever have with Sandy? Could she handle that?And what should she say? Should she just try to pretend like nothing had happened – maybe see if Sandy would broach the subject? Or should she cut right to the chase and tell Sandy how she felt? Or maybe she could bring up what had happened and try to gauge.