She didn’t want to tell her the whole truth, just enough so she could get some pointers. Laura had a lot more experience with men than Brenda. “Ha...e you ever dated an older guy?” she finally said. “Sure, last year a saw a guy who was in his early thirties, with a fantastic body and an amazing stamina. I love Rick, but this dude, God, he could do it three or four times in a row if he wanted too.” “So you would recommend it?” “Sure, who is it?” “Oh, just a guy I met from around where I live”. “Oh my lord,” she said. “I’m gong to miss my flight. I don’t want to miss it. Ohhh lord,” she went on to say as she looked at her watch. She noticed it was a half hour past the flight time. It was going on 7:45. She couldn’t get a flight until the next day. “I don’t have anything scheduled. I’ll have to get a flight tomorrow.” “Nonsense,” he told her. “Listen, let’s do this.” She listened up as she looked at him. “I’ve got room at my house. It’s a nice place and I’d love to have company.” He. I was amazed at the way Cindy put away her Ketel One and tonic tall. The girl slammed it. She even sucked the twist down to the rind… an omen of what I hoped might lie ahead for… my flute. Then we went down the street to Yogi’s Bar and Grill for dinner. Yogi’s is legendary in Dublin and in Columbus. The food is good and the beers are cold. Happy hour lasts till seven so we didn’t have to rush. We sat outside on the patio in the late sunshine, talking the vodka buzz off a bit. We ordered a. "Thank you for that. It was so good to have a real cock instead of one of my friends with a vibrator. I promise not to tell anyone what we just did, but please promise me that you will come and fuck with me again when we are living up here." You can tell anyone of your group if you wish, but not until you are all up here. As we said, what happens up here does not go outside the boundary fence." The 'working party' returned from their trip and, after all the necessary introductions were.