As she opened therefrigerator door a blast of cold air raised goosebumpson her bare legs; just panties and a shirt was Sherri’sstandard nighttim... garb.The noise of the refrigerator door was followed almostinstantly by a high-pitched “Oooeek! Oooeeek! Oooeek!”from a large cage on the kitchen table. “Oh, Rambo,”Sherri scolded. “Hungry again? Honestly, sometimes Ithink you’re nothing but a lettuce factory.” Before opening her Coke she reached into. I arched my back and allowed her to enter further.“That’s wet. Someone I know is a horny baby,” she said looking deep into my eyes.“I need you,” I mouthed, the words not escaping from my mouth.She whispered back “I know…soon, baby, soon,” as she licked my nectar from her finger.I was lost in lust. She restarted the car, I smiled and ten minutes later we were in a luxurious hotel lobby. The porter taking our cases as we went to the checkin desk.“Hi, I have a reservation in the name of Dyke,”. Jacques took her hand. His hand was warm, and a bit rough, slightly larger than hers. Ella looked at him, surprised, and he stopped walking, and pulled her to him. His arms went around her, one hand on her lower back, the other on her side. “Ella,” Jacques said, his voice sounding strangely choked. His hand was making slow circles on her lower back. Ella felt herself melting into him. They were standing in the shadow of one of the trees that shaded the riverwalk, and Jacques took a step. I rocked forward and let my knees touch the floor, and with my mouth now open in a submissive action, took him into it and swallowed his final spurt, his saltiness coating my tongue along its edges, as I swallowed.I got up and dropped my head in a respectful acknowledgement of his deed and moved further away, continually shadowed by this very lucky man.I met Eva at another section in the book store and the first thing she saw was his sperm on my clothes and hair.I told her my own version of.