I was getting the fuck of my life and she was getting louder. I must have been doing but 4 or 5 strokes a minute but suddenly she was cumming, and she... was loud as her body jerked and vibrated and she fell forward pulling off of me and rolling to her side. She smiled up at me."Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh that was IT! That's yours now until someone else takes it and they'll have to fight me." She said with a relieving sigh and grin that I didn't really understand.My cock was as. Well, just plain odd. Not that 'it' coming from what appeared to be a floating wooden log was any less strange."Or a bronzed, elf eared, blue eyed blond bomb shell for that matter!" He thought with a smile."I understand you need some custom sizing of a family heir loom?" Mr. Goldstein asked glancing over his gold spectacles, the picture of polite professionalism."Yes." Tenchi answered simply. Reaching into his pocket producing an old felt box, worn almost smooth with the passage of time. That. I bounce my mouth onto this man I've never met and who has treated me like his own. I don't know if I'm angry or horny or what I'm feeling. I just know I'm going to make him cum. I work his cock in every way I know how. And I'm frantic. I just want to feel him cum. My ass is high in the air and I feel a cock slip into my pussy. It just makes me want more. I sneak a look over my shoulder and see Graeme behind me. Holding my hips and driving his cock relentlessly into me. I go back to work on. “Oh my god,” he finally spits out. “Yes. Uh, you’re… Um… Amazing.” “I liked it too,” I reply, batting my eyes, trying to fake a shyness that I don’t really feel. I begin to go on, but just then our waitress walks up, asks if we need anything else and sets down our check. Drew snaps up the check, throws down a twenty on a $15 bill, we drain our coffee and within minutes we are both climbing back into my Jeep. With the brilliant March sunshine warming our skin following a week of rain, we sit in.