I offered myself up right away. He actually said “Thanks, that would be great.” I was instantly hot. And wet. And nervous. We walked to the parkin... deck together, and then, out of nowhere, he started venting; no, gushing, about the shitstorm that is his current home life. I could see the helplessness in his eyes. Turns out he lives with a girlfriend (Boo!) He has come to realize that this girlfriend, once the love of his life, is, deep down, a skinny redneck whore. With a drug problem. Wow. I. She kissed me back even more aggressively than she sucked my cock, as if she was going to suck my tongue out of my mouth. My hands pinched her nipples and that seemed to exciter her further, her hands grabbing at my cock. "How do you want it, baby?" I asked. "I'll give it to you any way you like." Ramona looked at me hungrily and then she spoke. "Eat me a little, and then you can split my ass with that monster." I got between her legs and began to suck on her hairy pussy. My face was covered. As we neared the suburbs the traffic became somewhat lighter and we soon entered an area of decidedly upscale property; large two and three-story houses, sprawling emerald green lawns landscaped with well trimmed shrubs, massive old trees and gated drives."Richard, are you sure Kevin and Bridget live in this area," I asked in a puzzled tone. "And that new silver Jag they're driving... You don't just pick up an XKR at Happy Harry's Used Car lot! Good Lord, she's working as a waitress in a. As we passed through the gate there was a narrow dark passage to walk through then just a fence to hurdle at the end of the garden. At the end of the dark passage we were quite taken aback to be met by a very drunk Harry who had lost his keys and was trying to gain access to his house by forcing his back door. In his inebriated state he didn't miss a beat over seeing us passing through, just saw it as someone sober come to the rescue to help him gain access to his house. I duly obliged by.