When I get in the mood, it costs me $150 for a "blow job" ... no hassle, no nothing."With that, he changed the subject ... a little later, he said we ...etter leave before the bartender closes. "If you want, I live a couple of blocks from here ... we can have a drink at my place."His apartment was unbelievable ... it was on the 10th floor with a view of the park. As we had another drink, he excused himself, and came back in a robe ... wanted to get comfortable, he said. I was still curious about. He was always a little amazed when he noticed the current day’s date on the calendar.Fishing had been deteriorating to where now it was only a hit-and-miss situation. It was going to continue to change and not for the better. The water temperature now was down to sixty-six degrees which was expected as it indicated the winter months were coming. An old-timer had told Dan that the bait fish move to deeper water once the water temperature hits sixty-five degrees and the other fish follow which. I need to taste your cock…” She dropped down on her haunches and started to open up my belt and zipper. My jeans quickly fell down and she stroked my cock through my boxers before pulling those down as well, my cock springing to attention in front of her eyes. She cooed appreciatively, “Mmm, I was right. That is a nice looking cock,” as she stroked her hand up and down my cock, my pre-cum oozing to help provide some lubrication.She spat on the top of my head and moved her hand around, twisting. Once inside his apartment, his whole personality had changed. The gentleman was gone. He had forced her onto her knees, unzipped his pants and, looming over her, pulled his erect penis out. She reached up to take it in her slender hands, but he had pushed them away. Just suck it. Use your mouth. You dont need your hands. She had tried the best she could, but although he was about my length, he had been much thicker around. She had worked her mouth over the bulging crown and gotten it to the.