I loved a mess. So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed to get on over to 'dudes' house to pick up this weeks bale of dope. On arrival, d...de tells me to come on in and have a seat down the hallway in a back room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside---”that's one fine piece of bike, dude”. “Ya homeboi—you like that huh “? “Oh fuck ya dawg—I'd do pretty close to anything for that piece of meat”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting choice of words.. I had no problem footing the dinner bill for some gooch lapper, just so long as I got some trim by the end of the night. But I wasn’t willing to invest any significant amount of money for booty either. So I made it clear with Fleas that if my blind date was expecting some sort of romantic dining experience at a high-end restaurant than she was knocking on the wrong door. With my dating conditions made clear to my friend, I decided upon the perfect place to entertain my date where I. She was damp and realised she creamed herself while asleep.Shaking her head in embarrassment she held the wheel tightly keeping a constant speed. The road was pool cue straight the ground stretching to the shimmering horizon. She though it a mirage first but slowly a black speck grew into a long post, then a cross then a figure ahead. She peered through her round spectacles; squinting her eyes as the nearing figure expanded sideways until she could see a broad man and donkey towed cart."Oh my. .jezz I could use a drink”I started rubbing her shoulders, massaging them lightly at first, then increasing the intensity.“uhmm…that feels good..your have a good touch”I was looking right down her blouse now, as she continued punching in whatever it is you punch in. Her breasts encased in a seethrough white bra, her nipples visible. Her tits were lovely, not big but the kind that curve upward like a half-moon. I started rubbing her upper arms, and then up to her neck, running my hands under her.