Now he could see her clearly for the first time. She must’ve been in her early thirties, but seemed to have worked at keeping in shape. She was tall...r than Maria, but roughly the same build. Her eyes were bright and flashing, yet were so dark they looked almost black.“What was that drink? It was like liquid energy.”An older man stepped into his frame of vision. He was tall for an Indian, but well built. His long graying hair surrounded by a thin leather band framed his brown, weather-beaten. The jogging boy heading my way definitely fit all my parameters. He was about 26 years old, maybe 6-foot 2 with short brown hair, a hatchet of a nose and cheekbones that seemed to frame his entire face. His legs were long and graceful – not skinny – like a thoroughbred racehorse. They were fuzzed with a decent layer of hair, although I wouldn’t call him Bigfoot. I’d guess his weight at about 160. And swinging beneath the crotch of those jogging shorts was the telltale shape of something big –. Then, to show me his manly power, he picked me up and flung me ontoTiffany's bed.On my back!Helpless!Would he mount me right away? And fuck me dry?I didn't want that.I mean I wanted it, but it wasn't my first choice.I was relieved when I discovered his true plan.He spread my legs and dove his face between my thighs. Sucked my ballsfor a glorious minute or two. Then went after his real objective.My pussy.Oh.Tiffany had never eaten me out before she fucked me.Though I had eaten her several. As I was driving back to her hotel, Julie and I kept talking about our lives until she asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told her that I did not have any at that time. She told me that she did not have any either. I told her I was surprised since she was surrounded by so many men. She explained me that those guys were just her “boys”, that she did not care about them and that she preferred to keep things like this. Out of the blue, I answered that I would never be one of her boys. She.