Opening my mouth, I allowed it to enter. I began to flick my tongue around the head. I love sucking dick, so I was in paradise. I began to gently su...k the head, running my tongue over the ridge. I felt it pulse. I wanted more. Wrapping my hand around the base of it, I began to suck harder now. I could feel every ridge and vein, as my mouth descended over the shaft. Sliding my lips back up, I swirled my tongue around the head, again. It pulsed harder. Traveling back down that hard cock, I. As I wandered around, I passed one of the other houses. Sure enough, Katha was standing outside, smoking and chatting with other girls. Of course, she spotted me and gleefully came up to me."Hi Michael! Whattaya doing so alone outside in the cold?"She flung her arms around me, and I could clearly smell it: she had drunken champagne, and the way she spoke told me it was more than just one small glass."What else should I do? Sitting around with the other idiots and watching them get hammered?. She was still laughing very loudly. Then she pushed me on sofa and tried to fled. But I caught her hand and pulled her on me. She sat on my laps. Her laughed turned into a gentle smile. She then lowered her face. I kissed her passionately. It went for quite a longer. I were exploring each other. Then I pushed my right hand inside her top. She wasn’t wearing any bra. I grabbed her one boob while still kissing her.Then she stopped the kiss and started gazing into my eyes. I pulled one side of her. I also rented a vehicle for the month. I had always wanted to cruise down Taylor Street in a Mustang. Taylor Street is where Steve McQueen had roared down, in greatest car chase scene in the history of film. I arrived in San Francisco early Sunday morning, picked up my vehicle and drove to the private apartment I had rented. My travel clothes of shorts, running shoes and a t-shirt were perfect for the day’s activities. I grabbed a towel, purchased two bottles of water and headed to Golden.