He led her up the back alleyway, but not before she snagged her pack of Djarums from the dashboard. She lit one up, her eyes glazed as the clove smoke...filled her lungs. Damn, these were good. Pity they made her so utterly sick after the second one. She let Woofer run to the extreme part of the lead, and used her weight to bear against him when he wanted to go farther. It was cooler than it had been a couple of weeks ago, with some low clouds rolling in. Trin loved clouds, she could sit there. .Her eyes nearly closed…mere slits…her eyelids heavy…but her eyes almost sleepy still focused on me..“Pa” she gasped. As she touched her inner thigh…startling herself…her lids flew open…she was invoking her own father…this realization unsettling her for a moment…also giving me pause…is she in a self-induced trance? Seeing all the father figures of her life?“Mr. Zuli! A groan…who was this...a past teacher? “Mr. Zuli” more emphatic…and her dancing became less dreamy…more flagrantly erotic. The. ” Celia took a few steps into the dining room and then returned. “Mr. Bronco, I’m delighted that your table is available. Please follow me Sir” and Celia led us into the dining room. I noticed as Celia walked a few paces in front of us she was moving that hot little ass of hers in a provocative way. She was probably doing that entirely for Rod’s pleasure. That little slut. We took our seats and Rod ordered his usual Johnnie Walker Black and I had my Chablis. Celia returned in a few minutes with. A thin piece of nylon for discretion!!!The 1st lad on the scene-Rufus, a tall thick set ebony boy, about 26 yo. His long fat dick hung low between his fat thighs, his foreskin covering his big helmet. Round the base of the shaft he had a wisp of jet black curly pubes, then a big sack where his two balls sat weighing it down and making the stretched skin shine.Cynthia and Rufus were about the same height as she had her killer heels on. He walked to her and attempted a kiss on her lips through.