Laughing the black man stood, putting out his hand and shaking Jerry’s, ‘Four hundred it is you old bastard, and because I like you. Where and whe... can we do the exchange? I can have the money here day after tomorrow.’ ‘I’ll let you know. I can be ready within the next twenty four hours. How long are you down here for?’ ‘As long as it takes. I intend to make war on that bastard, and this is only the beginning. Supplying his own dealers with his own goods will be the first volley.’ ‘I’ll contact. Her tits pressed flat against my torso, my hard penis grinding slowly against her tummy. Between kisses we exchange sex-talk in whispers: “Sexy girl.” “I love you.” “You make me so hard.” “Keep fucking me forever.” “I love you.” “Fuck my tummy.” “I love fucking you on the beach.” “Fuck me more.” “I love you.” “I love you.” We then go quiet as we both feel my cock throbbing hard. “Oh gawd, you’re gonna cum again!” Talia gasps. Without answering I press myself even more firmly against her body.. " She kissed me quickly then slid her hands down my arms, capturing my hands and pulling my arms out. "Let's take a look at you." She said smiling. "Oh, my! You're going to break hearts all over the county!" I blushed and felt my left leg bend sexily behind me."What I want you to do is get dressed and meet a gentleman downstairs." She stated still smiling."Oh! What will I wear?" I hadn't a clue. To meet a gentleman?"That's the wonderful part!" She exclaimed to me. "You'll automatically know. Becky busied herself in the kitchen, preparing her speciality, Mamma Armstrong's Unauthentic Lasagne which, despite Becky's mother's resolutely non-Italian origins, was wonderful. We chatted as she cooked, and I poured her a glass of her favourite Californian merlot. We ate in the dining room, swapping jokes and telling stories, enjoying each others' company.After dinner, we settled in the lounge, chatting amiably about work and school, and generally catching up after a typically busy.