My fingers in her hair.In 1990, Alexis's hand drifts to my crotch. I shed my pants. We are naked together. She holds my head to her chest and whispers... my name. I echo with hers. I kiss her neck. Her cheeks. Her lips. I kiss her belly and her breasts. I kiss her stomach and she slides out of her panties, pink and white. I press my mouth between her legs, feel her wetness on my cheeks and in her soft bush. Our hands twine together. Her back arches.Alexis's pussy grinds on my face. My tongue. Mister Klineman, the smith, was flummoxed that I was trading in the pistol I’d just bought from him, but he wasn’t about to turn down a chance to make a couple of bucks as I upgraded to a seven and a half inch Colt Cavalry. The pistol I ended up buying was expensive at twenty-two dollars, but it was a gem. The revolver was fit together perfectly and the action was as smooth as silk. Even with the extra two inches of barrel, the balance of the pistol was phenomenal. The smith beamed in pride at. It wasn't long before the visitor with the unrecognizable accent knewDavid's whole life story, including his hopes for and fears about thefuture, and his growing weary feelings about "show biz" in general. While this information was being extracted from David Mr. Petro had himtake him to places he would never have expected, ignoring famouseateries, clubs & other hangouts for those famous for being well known,the man from South America seemed to want to do things like just standaround in grocery. Soon she was having her hands on my chest as she rode my cock with long slow strokes. I reached up and freed her big tits. They looked better than I ever had imagined. This woman was one horny woman and after only a couple of minutes she reach orgasm again. As she was cuming, she called out that is was so fucking good to feel a big HARD cock in her pussy! It did not take long for me to start cumming again. I called out that I was cumming to give her a chance to get off my cock before I spurted.