We got no data on him from the hotel, except they think he's 45-60 years old, about 5'10", maybe 160. Grey hair. I think he's some kinda rich guy -- y...u ought to see his goddamned boat. 'Address on the hotel registration is just 'Westchester, N.Y., ' no street, no zip, nada."Ask Lester to go all out with New York for a drivers license photo, police record... anything. I think this could be our guy." You don't have any line on where he is now?" Nope. But I know he has, or had, a rented Buick,. After we drop this load I planned to return to Flagstaff, rent a car and go see the grand canyon. "Can we fuck in public, I want you to fuck my brains out on top of a cliff, can we, can we?" "Yes baby doll we can."chapter 6We woke at 8 am sunday morning had breakfast and drove the last 250 or so miles. We were going west on I 84 / 30, following the hood river.It was a really nice view mountains to the left, mountains to the right a very wild river and trees trees trees.This was the best part. She gagged a bit at first and some cum flowed out of her mouth. But she did manage to swallow it all and even licked up the cum that had spilled out. She then told me that my father never came in her mouth and she sure loved the way I tasted.She was still very hot and horny and told me flat out that she needs my big cock in her. It did not take long for me to get hard. She helped by stroking me and telling me all about how she would fuck herself with her dildo thinking of me. In no time at all. Sam had served Sara her meal standing rather closer than was strictly necessary and for a moment she thought Lynn had suspected something. The conversation after dinner had roamed widely and, as it was prone to do when alcohol featured, had touched - but only obliquely - on sex. There was, not for the first time, a sexual frisson in the air and as the plates and cups were cleared, Sara insisted on making more coffee and on helping Sam to wash up in the kitchen. This meant leaving David and.