Bev was exploring my tonsils with her tongue, hands holding my face, when the video ended. “Time to continue this in my bed young man,” she said,... with a huge grin on her face. “I want to feel that cock in me,” she went on. She stood up, took my hand and led me to her bedroom. I lay on the bed and she straddled me. She was slowly sliding her wet pussy up and down my very hard cock. I looked at her and said, “We need to be careful. I’m not sure my cock is fully recovered from last time.” . However, I did prefer the passenger who never said anything. FOOD! Whether it was groceries or from a restaurant, Those were normally close to home and not long distance. The tips weren't as good, but atleast I was able to partially replace what I was making at the sandwich shop. When an opportunity was presented to make a little extra, I jumped at it. It was a morning delivery to a house in a regular neighborhood. A nice older man answered the door, I brought some of his groceries to the door,. I could see the same reaction in Sylvia, too. Then the woman left, melting into the crowd.I turned to Sylvia, “I may have said too much. I am sorry if everything has been ruined by that honesty.”My worry was for naught, however. The woman returned with several other compound women of the villages. She took me to the gate of the compound where it was now quieter, the celebration occurring in the village proper. She indicated that she had taken my comments to the other women. She admitted that. "Hi there," I said. I identified myself by my user name, then added, "My real name is Norm." Thanks, I'm Ted. Nice to talk to you." Same here," I replied. We talked about his traffic jam, then I steered the conversation to meeting up. "I'm available on Thursday, do you want to get a bite to eat?" Sounds good, about six?" That worked for me, he suggested a place and I agreed. Ted asked me, "So was your cum a good one? How did you finish off?" Man, I was looking at your pictures, spread.