Can you meet me? It's really important. Say in about an hour or so?"I looked at the clock on my desk and since it was still sort of early and I was ho...me alone with nothing else to do, I thought what the hell. "Yeah, I can meet you. Where do you want to meet?" Can you come to my house?" Ah, yeah I guess. Give me the address, and directions." Well, first off, I live just across the state line in a small town called Poplars Cove, just off the interstate. It'll take you a good hour to drive it, but. We hung up, and I made it to the park just a couple of minutes before Chris arrived. I waited and finally saw his 80’s Celica pull up in the parking lot and I practically sprinted to it.My eyes were still red and wet as I climbed in the passenger seat.“Hey man,” Chris tried to greet me softly, “What’s going on?”“Just fucking go!” I commanded, needing to be as far from my home as I could be in that moment.He threw the car in gear and drove off, both of us sitting in silence as I tried to figure. Laying there with the lights off I said, “Slim, Albert said you ain’t for shit.”He broke out into a fit of laughter and we both drifted off to sleep.Slim and I went into Marfa the following day to pick up supplies for a windmill. He said we would be going out on Monday to drive the pipe and would probably be there most of the week.“You got yourself a sidearm,” Slim asked.“No,” I said. “I’m not old enough to buy one back in my home state. I do have a couple rifles that belonged to my dad.”“A. She gently starts to massage your clit with her tongue, fairly soon she’s worked out your rhythm and has you dancing on the edge of your orgasm.I’m sat there drooling tied to the chair, watching as my sexy girlfriend gets her clit licked by a fit woman. My cock is leaking pre-cum and so turned on.She’s working her fingers in and out of your pussy and starts to lick your clit hard to get you off... it only takes seconds before you are moaning that you’re going to cum, “oh god, oh god, yeah don’t.