I squeezed them hard as I pumped my cock into her warm tunnel, Pulling out for just a minute I dropped to the ground, kneeling in the piles of rubbish... & likced her pussy & arse with my tounge, she moaned even more as I eased my tounge into her super tight rosebud arse & rubbed her clit at the same time. Easing five fingers into her pussy I started to ease 2 into her spit covered arse. I could tell Lisa was not keen on the fingers in the arse but I wasnt stopping now, I pulled my fingers out &. She looked as if she needed protecting.I was eager to meet her at last. She wasn't my girl back home, but she was as close to it as anyone. As anyone in Indiana or Georgia. Her only "rival" for my affections was as much a stranger to my past life as Millie was -- the female Marine I'd met on the Greyhound, on the way home.My parents didn't know it, and probably never would, but for one brief night, alone with Delores Gallegos in the darkness of the Greyhound, I had enjoyed the most intense. You were out running. The first thing I noticed was the way you moved, so effortlessly and smoothly. Then you were gone. I guessed you might come round again, so I sat and waited. This time it was your muscles, I was fascinated by the way they rippled. So much power, you radiated power. And yet," she paused for thought, "you were still cute with your bobbing ponytail and bouncing boobs. Then I thought, my God, she's so sexy." Now she blushed. "I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry but I just became. By the second day, Tuesday, of my Fowler mission, I changed the Hakleford schedule. I was spending the week at the Sheraton on 7th, another anonymous business hotel.I told the Tuesday Hakleford, “Pick me up at eight Wednesday night. And for the rest of the week.”Fowler came to work at Triple-I around two or three in the afternoon. Didn’t leave the building until ten or eleven at night. He didn’t vary his schedule the entire week I followed him.The one surprise was where he lived — Queens. He.