It was a partly cloudy day, and for the moment it seemed overcast. On his way to a small path through the woods, he saw her. Sandy was an attractive r...edhead with a sensual voice who almost always wore a tailored blouse, a roomy ankle-length skirt, and one-inch pumps. Her wardrobe varied in color, patterns, and material, depending upon the season, but always the same ensemble. Hal watched as she walked to the back of the lot and opened the back door of her minivan. He waved but she didn't wave. I know that his loves when I do this, I know that it's driving him crazy that he can't moan out loud. I swallow his cock without warning, all the way down to my throat, milking his cock with my lips again. His fingers tangle in my hair questioningly. I know what he wants, and I relax my neck, giving him control. The little hip movements he had been doing while I sucked him increase intensity as he fucks my mouth. I reach up and cup and massage his balls while he does this. I feel them tighten.. As we were getting soaking wet, I said to him, “Let’s get out of here and go to my house!”“Okay!” He said. Fortunately, my house was only a couple minutes away (while his was much further).We sloshed inside, drenched. I got a couple towels so we could try to dry off.“Thanks for helping with the tree house,” He said.“No problem, man.”“Doesn’t look like this storm is going to let up anytime soon.”“No, it doesn’t, but you can stay here overnight if you want.”“Awesome! I’ll let my mom know.”As. “So do you know anyone in the ‘Stand Together’ movement?” I asked.“Never heard of them,” he replied. “Really? the Coyote Club is their hangout, and it’s right down the road. I’ll bet, if I got hold of your CCTV tapes of the pumps,” I said pointing to the monitors behind him. “I would find that they are pretty regular customers. I might even find that they don’t pay for their gas. Or maybe they do pay by credit card. I could probably get the state patrol to come take a look at your.