”An old boxcar, parked on the edge of a junkyard had become home for Shadow. The owner of the junkyard, a man nearly as ugly as Shadow, had hired hi... as a night watchman. The pay was bad, the hours were horrible, and the work was boring, but it was better than having nothing, doing nothing, and sleeping in a storm drain. At least he didn’t have to work hard to avoid people.Shadow sat in the door of the boxcar, his legs dangling down and swinging, as he prepared his lunch. Pulling the top off a. She broke the ice. "Business trip, right? I can tell, you look tired and maybe a little bit discouraged." I replied that I was both, never taking my eyes from my glass. "thanks for the drink by the way, it was rude of me not to say thanks sooner." She smiled. "No worries hun. You know, I think I can help you out, make your trip a little bit better." I looked at her without speaking. Her eyes were hazel and she had on just the right amount of shadow to make them pop. And a vey subtle lipstick. “Bobby, no!” she gasped when she was able to pull her mouth away from mine. “What are you doing!?”We were at the bed then, and I kept her pinned against me. My mouth again sought hers, but she jerked her head away, her long, silky hair cascading against my face as she did this. “Bobby, no!” she cried. Ignoring her, my hands grasped her firm buttocks through the tennis panties that she wore underneath the mid-thigh length tennis skirt. My mouth went to her neck. Her aroma was intoxicating.. . let me have your pussy, please." She stopped, looked at his face and saw lust and passion etched across it. "I want you to cum for me. In my mouth, I want it. I'm a dirty little slut and I want your cum in my mouth right now!" John moaned again; he so desperately wanted to do as she demanded, but he couldn't without a taste of her nectar. "Your pussy... Let me taste it, please. Let me fuck you with my tongue." Natalia moaned aloud. The words alone were arousing, but that tone in his voice....