One good thing in their favour was that it was quite dark in the bay. This was perfect. With the uniform hats and the darkness, any cameras would have...a hard task identifying their features.Opening the door and casually jumping out, Dan walks up to the security guard."Hello mate, Mr Phillips?" That's him over there in the black suit," pointing across the loading bayFollowing the guards extended finger Dan spots a tall, slender man in his mid-fifties. His tailor made suit was a perfect fit but. To my surprise, she responded within five minutes. H.P. Lovecraft, she said. Yours?Usually, you have to send out lots of messages and wait days for someone to hit you up, but this girl was responding to me right away! Barely believing my good fortune, I told her mine was Orwell.We messaged through the night, going back and forth as we talked about our aspirations and plans for the future. She was a creative writing major who loved to write horror stories. She hoped to one day get published and. I said should I apply some oil? She said that will be very helpful. I took oil. Then I did not know what to do. She understood me, and removed her, thin, sleeveless nighty. I went crazy seeing her tight body and felt sorry for not anyone enjoying it. I wanted to fuck between her big round buts. I started applying oil. She said she feels very good. And she asked to apply it little down. I poured more oil and gave her a proper massage and my hands travelled down. It came to her buts. She did not. He was leaning over me now, setting a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of my outstretched pussy. I wrapped my legs around his moving hips and moved my hands to his bare chest, looking him in the eyes. He leaned down and kissed my quivering lips. I moaned against him as his tongue played with my lips wanting in. I tugged at his lip lightly with my teeth and pulled him closer.“Fuck me, daddy,” I moaned in Chuck’s ear. “Oh, you feel so good.”I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer.