I never give him a chance to respond before I open my mouth and slide that big lollipop all the way to the back of my throat. I have to open my mouth ...s far as I can just to get it inside, but its well worth the effort to feel his hot shaft against my tongue. Mmmmmm, he hums as I pull back while I move my tongue back and forth against the underside. That feels so good. I close my hand around him right in front of my mouth and begin to pump him while I suck on the end. This brings about a. .. I beg you!”“Nyet,” I answered as I walked out the door, half-regretting it due to what she just told me.Part of me would have loved to be with a girl who didn’t sweat my womanizing for a change. I still couldn’t put up with slapping, though. It was, as I told her, a dealbreaker. If I had slapped her, I would have been wrong, too. Who knew ... maybe in a year’s time or something, but maybe not.All that I knew was that I wouldn’t put up with that kind of bullshit. Not now. Not ever. It was a. "But before she knew it, another customer entered the cafe. He was a North African looking man, with curly black hair and brown skin. She had seen him before. She remembered him, because this stranger always attempted to chat her up. It seemed to her that she always gave him the cold shoulder. She was sure that maybe it was because he looked dodgy.The stranger ordered his meal and then sat on the table next to Anna."So you watching the game too," the stranger attempted to have conversation.Anna. They got tanned, laughed a little, swam a little, ate the picnic lunch they had brought with them and petted like teenagers just discovering sex. He thought he would have a heart attack when his tongue reached out and licked her tasting her sweet juices for the first time. She went wild under his hands and mouth and he had to kiss her quiet when she came soaking the towel under her with her juices. Smiling she sat up and pushed him over. “Now it’s my turn and before he could say anything he.