A broad shouldered giant in a white hard hat that said Kersten Construction was wearing a blue shirt that helpfully said "Guy" above the pocket. He re...ched out a huge hand to shake. My hand disappeared to the wrist but his grip was merely firm without any macho theatrics. The bass rumble seemed to come from somewhere around his ankles. "Morning, Guy from Kersten." He looked expectantly down into my eyes, his gaze steady not distracted right or left as he waited. My hanging with the Leos, big. Chrissie was wriggling and moaning and I could feel my belly muscles twitching and jumping in response. Finally, Chrissie put her head back and cried out, her fingers entwining in my hair, just as the sensations overwhelmed me. I moaned and squealed around the dildo, clutching Chrissie’s hips, shuddering on my knees in front of her. Finally, my heart pounding, I sat back on my heels and experienced a sense of deja vu. And I knew why. Chrissie and I had done this last night, although the dildo. Wisconsin, after working a security detail at a festival. It was a fun gig - 2 days & nights of frivolity with a mixed demographic.I'm posting here because I was approached by many people, but ONE in particular was quite fetching and very obvious as to what she wanted. You see, I was dressed in a paramilitary uniform - white starched short-sleeve shirt, and crisply-creased black uniform slacks and spit-shined shoes. She'd trolled back and forth for about 20 minutes, then approached me. I found. He began to stir, and I could tell he was becoming aroused again. It didn't take long.He began kissing me all over, and squeezing my ass as he became hard once more. I took his swelling, throbbing cock into my hands, and lovingly caressed it, eventually moving down so as to suck on it some more."Now sweetheart, I need to pump that sweet plump little ass of yours," he said.Suddenly, he pulled out, then ordered me onto my hands and knees. It was clear that he wanted to fuck me doggy style. As he.