”“I have my two M-1s and my .45.”“How did they get here? Have you seen a vehicle?”“No, I parked out back, under the shade of that big oak,... near those two storage sheds and walked over to check the doors of the shop. I saw this lock was open and I knew someone had a key. At that time, I didn’t know they were still here, and walked around the west side of the shop, looking for footprints. I saw where they had walked this way along the turnrow, from the direction of that cotton-pen we unloaded. I. “Actually, I would like to watch some more of your videos.” I said sheepishly. He smiled and we went down into the basement. As we watched a video, Adam pulled down his boxers, exposing his luscious meat, and jerking off. I followed suit and soon we were both moaning.“Chris,” Adam said. “I want you.”“Me too.” I replied and we were on top of each other kissing. “Adam, give me a blowjob.” I asked. He smiled and began eating my dick, starting at the head and moving down along the shaft. It felt. My thatch was fully visible, and clearly due for a trim, but the arresting part was the dewing I had seen the night before. One leg was straight, while the other was bent to allow Sean Richards to massage it. The expression on my face was one of near rapture.I had to remind myself that the woman in the picture was me. This was not the me that looked out of my mirror in the morning. I carefully packed the picture in an acid-free sleeve. Who knew what the future might bring. There was a chance I. " "No, please, I'm sorry," now she was sobbing."Get on your knees and clean-up my leg. I don't want any of your juices on my body unless I ask for them." She was on her knees and licking, at least when she wasn't crying, in a moments notice. She gagged when she tasted her own pussy juice for the first time, but I wanted the entire leg cleaned up completely.After her forced clean-up I had an overwhelming desire to taste her pussy so I buried my tongue deep in her triangle after working my way up.