"However one-way the encounter might have been, it wasn't long afterward that Bert did agree to the trip to Toronto. It was between courses and there ...as a pause in conversation. Then, she began hinting about the flowers again. Before he'd realized what he was saying he posed the idea of the trip to her. They made plans over apple pie á la mode."She seduced me with that apple pie," he declared to himself as he shook his head."Is that a 'no'?" she demanded, and that shook him from his private. During the dance, I could even feel my tip slightly pushing it through my clothes. But the best part was her grinding her ass on my dick. I was wearing basketball shorts as I always do for these things. It feels much better, and she even complemented me for as it was refreshing from all the redneck posers wearing jeans.I could tell she was at least a little attracted to me, not just standard "it's my job" horniness. She complemented on my eyes and said I was on her better clients tonight. I. "What the fuck?!" John was naked. He looked around the room, trying to remember how he got there but kept drawing a blank. The entire room was white, white dresser, white chairs, white tiled floor. The two exceptions were the ceiling and a mirror by the set of doors leading to what he guessed was a balcony.He covered himself for a moment before realizing he was alone and then paused. John had never been fat in his previous life, but if he was honest he did have a bit of a tummy. The man looking. A beautiful drop of clear pre cum had already formed and with my thumb, rubbed it all over his engorged cocks head. I pressed my lips against him and slid them over the lubed helmet. His taste was sweet and delicious. My out streched lips took as much cock as they could.”Grab my ass” he said softly but gruffly, and I did. I squeezed and caressed his ample, fat cheeks. “Oh, yeah” he said and placed his hands on the top of my head. With slow, rhythmic motions, he began to fuck my mouth. Moving.