Don’t worry… Just meet me at certain place. I was confused. I thought is she putting a trap to keep people ready to beat me. I told “I am very s...orry … I did flirting with only one sms and nothing more than that. If it has hurt you then it’s deeply regretted. But please don’t get me beaten at that place.” She smiled and told nothing will happen. Just come and have a coffee with me. Although I don’t take coffee, I agreed to meet in front of the coffee shop. But still my mind was confused thinking. I looked down and Roselia smiled at me waiting for me to give the okay and began to slowly unzip my shorts trying not to make a sound. The slow unzipping got me so horny from the anticipation of my already hard cock being pulled out. Then it happened, she sticks her hand into my shorts and boxers and slowly pulls my throbbing cock out. She looks up at me, gives my cock a little squeeze with her small soft hand and says, “it’s rock hard”. I reply “I know, only for you babe”, she gives me a big. I woke up as he moved against my back side and I could feel his cock, it was kind of rubbing against my butt. He was asleep, or at least I thought he was, and as he moved a little bit, his cock was kind of hard, as I could feel it, and it felt good, and my own cock was beginning to get aroused.I don't know how, but I felt his hand on my ass, as he moved them rubbing the cheeks of my ass, as he gently slid my shorts down and ran his fingers onto my hole rubbing it, as his finger gently entered. Ben Foster,” Lizzy suggested as she cut through the wax on the bottle. As Ben walked back with the wine and her freshly filled glass, Lizzy removed the cork, closed one eye and trained its lapis blue colored mate into the bottle’s orifice. “There's a bunch of pages of paper in here,” Lizzie offered. “I won’t be able to get them out.” Lizzy offered the bottle to Ben. “Would you be so kind as to take this into the kitchen and break it open, Mr. Ben Foster? There’s a small hammer in the junk.