His name is Devin, Devin Bradford. Devin’s like me, a real Maryland first family type, and a blueblood. My name is Susan McCabe, my maiden name was ...Susan Calvert; that’s right Calvert, as in George Calvert, one of the Calvert’s who originally owned and settled Maryland.The second person I pissed off was my dad. He expected me to marry someone more suitable. Cal’s a nice boy, a little backward, but he’s really not my type. McCabe, come on, Scottish? He’s one of the ones who came to Maryland. I was on a sales trip to Chicago and was due to fly back home to San Antonio Friday afternoon. Looking out my hotel window I could see the dark threatening clouds; they looked like snow clouds. As I walked into the airport the clouds made good on their threat. We were in a full blown blizzard inside of five minutes. I learned later that it wasn't considered a real blizzard but it was the closest to one I've ever been in. Of course all flights in and out were canceled.Talking to the pretty. Felt movement behind her. Her eyes now adjusted to the dark, she turned and saw John’s hand at his waist, stroking himself. She looked hard at his face, he seemed half-asleep. Quietly, she scooted down, put her mouth over the rim of his half-erect cock and gently sucked. His hand fell away, she replaced it with hers, now gradually bringing him to full length, even though he still seemed to not arouse to full wakefulness. It was one of those twilight moments, when we think we’re awake but. "Shit, John wasn't lying, you can really go to town on a cock," he groaned, impressed by her cocksucking skills.This only made her more eager it seemed as she slid off the bed, onto her knees and took his meat back in her mouth. Now she bobbed with reckless abandon, seemingly determined to take all ten inches. She could deep throat me, but three more inches didn't seem possible. Loud slobbery cocksucking sounds echoed in the room, as she sucked like a porn star."Shiiiit, slut," he groaned,.