.''''dont worry baby its ok, im leaving now''closing the door and walking up the lobby door closing with a bang''omg i want to see you ,get out''helpi...g me out of under the d****s''wow you are so cute, i love your pink outfit, you like sucking my cock?''''here show me , suck me''on my knees on the bed looking up sucking the boy fat cock''holy fuck i love you, yes look up cock sucker, you so hot my cock in your mouth''he made me feel girly , like i was just here to suck the powerfull big cock. I turned just in time tosee a women pull down her mini skirt and squat on the toilet. Shehad long black hair that accented her beautiful smile and dark redlips. She had long black 4 inch heels on her tiny feet. There weretwo large shopping bags from a plus size store down the street fromthe park. Her gold bracelets on her right hand scrapped along withher matching finger nails on the metal handles next to her big ass.I could smell a strong musk smell in the porta potty as she held hereyes close. " Her face colored from arousal and embarrassment. He toyed with the buckle, watching as her eyes dropped to his crotch again. His dick seemed to pulse under her hungry stare. When she looked at him like that he could barely keep himself in check. Because that look always ended with her kneeling before him, worshipping his cock with her mouth. She vibrated with need, her teeth worrying her lower lip in that way that drove him crazy. He'd never been with a woman who loved sucking him so much.. ’ Was the message on my E-mail. Thirteen messages from Sandra. I was back in Riverside and she was still at The Pines. Separated but kept in contact through e-mail a few random calls. Two years later and get a message like that. I was trying to shake the idea that this was possible. All the messages said the same thing pretty much just sent at different times. I E-mailed her back with my ‘Doubt it’s Numchuck’s’ reply. But curiosity got the better of me and I called. Sandra said she was coming.