I was a little tired and didn't appreciate beinghit on but I had met the guy the year before. His name was Bob, BobHiggbye. He was a divorced salesman... who frequented the place when hetraveled, and who being lonely made the rounds trying to strike upconversations. He noticed me cross my nyloned legs and adjust my skirtas I shifted in my chair. He then sat down and was just starting to talkwhen the owner of the lounge and hotel noticed us and came over."Is Bob bothering you again Tiffany?" she. In case he is to miss a target, she eliminates it before it becomes a threat. The system works great with Matthews only having to take out a target once. While Nash is busy slitting the throat of a guard, another is attempting to sneak up behind him. The guard never has the inclination that he is being targeted and never feels the bullet sending his brains to litter the arctic ground.“Thanks Matthews,” Nash says sliding the knife back into its sheathed.“No problem, but with these suits I doubt. My mouth immediately started watering for that massive piece of meat. I immediately agreed to see him and he gave me his address. I was rock hard just thinking about sucking that massive dick and I couldn’t wait to see him.On Sunday morning, I drove over to his apartment. I was incredibly excited but when I saw his building, a little trepidation creeped in. The building wasn’t awful but it did give me pause and all of a sudden I was a little worried about going into a strange dudes apartment. There was no one with me. My first thought was to question whether last night was just a dream. But I then opened my eyes and looked around. I was naked in my mother’s bed and my crotch was a mess of our dried cum. Thankfully it was NOT a dream. I finally smelled bacon and knew mom was cooking out normal Saturday breakfast. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Mom was at the stove, wearing a tiny little robe and the barely covered her panty covered ass. “Good morning.