Sarah was delicious sweet at the time, was tall and strong. She was 5’4”, just a few inches shorter than he was, with back-length blonde hair, daz...zling green eyes hiding behind a sexy pair of black glasses, a gorgeous body with a nice, rounded set of B cups to match. She came down looking damp from what was probably a misting fan, wearing a short, plaid skirt, and a loose, low-cut tank-top from which it looked like there was no bra behind, but it was highly unlikely as their parents were such. I know what I want and I will do what I have to do to get it.”“Is that why you’re a whore? Is that why you’re here to lure a sailor to your bed for money?”“Yes,” she said and stood up, wobbling slightly from the wine and looked down at me leaning back in my chair, my legs stretched out towards her, my hard cock bulging in my jeans. I could see she was drunk. She smiled and came to me, spreading her legs to straddle me, her tight skirt high on her thighs straining against her hips. She lowered. ” i said taping my chest. He unstraddled my waist and lay down on top of me draped off of my right side. We lay there for a while neither of us wanting to talk about what had just happened. His head resting on my chest, and my arms around him, he felt like he belonged there. I broke the silence, “ok, first…” he propped up to look at me. He had this angelic look on his face. I continued, “i’m sorry for what i said a few minutes ago. I was not being honest with my self. I… I think i’m in love. ”“Will $20 do?”“Yes.” And I drop the bill into my purse. He pushes me to floor. This is becoming ritual. Running my hand up the front over this beautiful hunk of man meat I can’t help but think this so unfair. As I unzip and pull his pants down the head is sticking above his briefs. I lick my tongue across it gently and reach to the sides of his briefs and slide them down. As they go down I follow them down with my kisses along the underside of his cock and onto his scrotum licking the hairy.