"Mommy wants to know your name," said Alice.I focused back to them. "Barbie." No," sighed Mommy. "What was your name before? Who were you thismorning?... Oh, damn. Alice, ask who she was this morning." Who were you?" Alice repeated."George Trimble," I said with a smile."Where do you live?" wondered the mother."Where do you live?" repeated Alice.I shrugged. "Here?" No, where does George live?" wondered the woman. Out there, I thought,in the rain. Not here. "Oh, Alice ... you ask." Yeah ... George,". He was looking right at her as she took her step off the L, with a smile that could stop anyone dead in their tracks. His wide, beaming grin was too adorable to ignore and on a chiseled, tan face, made only sexier were his piercing green eyes. She smiled coyly and said hi, almost without making the decision to do so. It was as if he had been waiting for her as he grabbed her face and kissed her a meaningful kiss. How utterly inappropriate and yet…a gorgeous, muscled man wanted her. If she even. When she came out, a few minutes later, she looked very nervous at first. She seemed timid and afraid of everything and everyone. I noticed she would give a little startled jump at every sudden noise. She also looked very tired to me."Did you come here to make me go back home?" These were her first words to me. From the way she said it, it was obvious that she feared that my answer might be yes." No. I casme to see you and to talk. Do you like living here?" It's okay, I guess. I have my friends. “I see that you do,” she said, answering her own question. Biting down on her luscious lower lip, she worked her hands to my belt buckle. In an instant, she had my stiff cock in her hand and was stroking it. I unbuttoned my shirt. She wasted no time going for my chest, planting kisses all over me. I managed to lift my posterior up enough to allow her to remove my jeans and my boxer shorts. On her knees between my parted legs, she proceeded to give a blow job like nothing I had ever.