I thought about dressing her in an old tee shirt or at least putting a pair of panties on her but on a second thought I thought it was best to cover h...r up with a sheet and get the hell out before my thoughts really turned ugly.She laid on the edge of the bed looking at me with her half open eyes for a second as I turned the light off but she jumped up again reaching around my waist and buried her head into my stomach. O’ Shit, her head was only inches from my hard cock. She was mumbling Mike’s. We walked a couple of streets away and up some stairs arriving at his one bedroomed apartment. He motioned for me to sit down as he prepared a couple of drinks. Placing them on his coffee table we sat side by side on his sofa, he said his name was Andrew.As we made small talk I noticed he had a bit of chub hung over his light brown trousers. He told me he was 22, worked for a local supermarket and was a loner and a virgin. We sat chatting away for around 15 minutes when without warning he put. ”“Yeah. We probably don’t acknowledge her enough,” Belle said, looking out the window. “Hey dad! Do we have time for a freestyle?”“Hope you’re talking about a pick,” he grinned. “Yeah, maybe a quick one. Why?”“See for yourself, you dirty old man,” Belle said with a playful smack of his arm. Bud looked to his right and saw a yard full of old school buses and U-hauls.It was a good day to be a picker. This old motel at a crossroads near, not in, the desert, had been turned into storage by its. She wore her saari below waist revealing her deep navel. When she led me to sofa chair, I had marked her walk, swaying her butts sexily. In fact sex was oozing out of her every limb and movement. I bat, in my well built frame of 5’.11” I have far more better looks and physic in comparison with her hubby. I sensed she was also gauging me. The evening went off without any noticeable moments except, for one thing, I must tell you, that while she was serving me food, she used to bend and her pallu.