It did sound a bit silly. I looked her in the eyes and winked. "There are some things I just don’t want to forget." Well, aren’t you the charmer,"...she said, a light red blush adorning her face.We laughed and the ice was broken. Soon we were swapping funny anecdotes about the metro and things related to it. And it was all too soon that her stop was nearing.“I have to get off at the next stop. It was nice meeting you…”“Tom,” I said quickly.“Meggie,” she replied holding out her hand.“It was. “Well, if I had been born to you, my parents, I would have been a Hatch. Maybe Louis Hatch, Jr. I don’t know for sure. Maybe Pierre Hatch, after your uncle. Instead, I was aborted by my own mother, your ex-wife, Melanie Hatch. Your mother, my grandmother, was named Emmanuelle Marie-Louise Duchamp, in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti. I know that much. She married Reverend Andrew Hatch, converted to Protestant, Baptist Christianity instead of voodoo, but you returned to her faith, rejecting your father’s. He immediately grunted out loud, probably not anticipating the harsh sensation, but I tried my best to make him not regret it.I closed my throat around the swollen knob, still soft, but much firmer beneath the surface now. It wasn’t the largest stick, but that didn’t bother me. Somewhat thin, long enough to get between my tonsils, lots of loose skin to roll my tongue around. Mike took his hand off of my head, and I could hear him unzip his jeans. I decided to keep my head still at first with. I need to put this away, can you help me with it?" he says holding up his stiff cock."Oh, I'll be right there, 'Rod, ' I know just the place for it. Hold a sec," I say and go over to his chaise. I kneel on it facing away from Erin and Mia and presenting my butt with its pretty lips just below to Reed, aka 'Rod' who moves right up behind me and rubs it up and down and around, just like every girl likes. Oh, it's wet enough.He arches forward and in goes that nice feeling cock just filling me.