Then suddenly she asked me:” what is your favorite type of woman to have wild and ultimate sex with” I was surprised and a little blushe..., but I tried to be as honest as her and replied:” you know, my idea about a woman to have ultimate sex with is that she should be fat enough with big boobs and great ass so I can burry my Thing in some soft and comfort meat anywhere I wish to penetrate.” I had gathered all my courage to say that and I was not sure how she would react. She. Large dark eyes with long, almost feminine eyelashes inside the open area of a black balaclava. A camo jacket that was two sizes too large for him. Nike high-top sneakers. An AK cradled in his hands.I saw him turn towards me, eyes opening wide in shocked recognition. Watched the muzzle of the gun rise by degrees.I pushed my hand out, palm first. Lowered my voice fractionally.“Khallas!”He blinked. And squeezed the trigger.Fire bloomed from the end of the gun.It felt like someone had hit me with. “You know what else in this truck looks dam nice?”“No, what?”I reached over and placed my hand on his crotch, “This!”I gently squeezed his package and rubbed back and forth a bit. He wasn’t objecting to what I was doing at all.I continued to rub and squeeze and feel his cock and he was growing bigger. I said, “That feels bloody nice to me!”“Me too,” he grinned. “How about unzipping and lowering your jeans so I can see it?”“Somebody might see.”“No they won’t. We’re sitting high up. It will just. She flew down to see him from Michigan. The Texas heat was already getting to her when she stepped off the plane. She walked into the lobby and looked around for him. She didn’t see him, so she headed out to the front. She caught a glimpse of a cowboy hat, but thought, “You’re in Texas, it could be anybody.” But, it was him. He looked up and smiled. She dropped her bag and ran to him. “Baby, I’ve missed you so much!” “I missed you too!” he said picking her up off her feet. He put her down, took.