Over the next 3 months, Tony had three more visits to see me and only me. It was now March 1999. After his last visit, I suggested to him that instead...of coming here at night, that he book into a motel on a weekend through the day and meet me there. That way he could spend twice as long, fuck me at least twice and it would be much cheaper for him as the room would be much cheaper than paying the agency. He seemed happy with that arrangement, so I gave him my private phone number which I had. Mom, the Madame Beaumont moved, her mouth as her daughter Mademoiselle Belle shyly took me into her mouth. I groaned in pleasure as her lips wrapped around my cock. She began to move her head up and down. Granted she wasn’t as good as her mother but there was something about her virgin lips on my cock that really added that certain je ne sais quoi. The mother leaned her head back down and began to lick my shaft of my bell tower while her daughter rung the bell with her lips.“Bon appétit. His body no longer bore the scars of two wars, the Siple Island helicopter crash, or the Pahsimeroi Valley gunshot wound. His skin was smooth and unblemished, the skin of a mature male, firm and slightly textured. Despite his maturity, no hair remained anywhere on his body but for a cap of golden blonde hair on his head. His Scandinavian heritage gave him a fair complexion and blonde hair, but this was different. His new hair was more golden than blonde and it lay wavy and thick, closely upon. ”“I guess.”He would have said more, but the waitress delivered their dinners. The food looked like regular diner fare. They each dug in and started eating. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad, either. They decided they could take eating here frequently.The discussion had bothered Tim although he knew how Benny was. It was just hard to hear him state it in such blunt terms. Tim wanted a lot more out of a relation with a woman than that. He wanted it all – love, companionship, and romance. Of.