I hadn't had a proper date in eons and I don't remember ever having a date with a girl as beautiful as Francesca. I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't that... experienced. The death of my parents really changed my life and dating wasn't a very big priority for a while. It looked like that might change.Francesca had given me her address and I had written it down without particularly noticing it. When I got in my car and looked at it, I realized it wasn't in the east side of the city as I'd automatically. “A date?” she curiously repeated. “Like a date -- you know, meet for a drink, hang out, whatever.” “Like, with another man?” “Yes, another man." Clarifying further, I added, "A hot man.” Sensing there was something a little dysfunctional going on, she tightened a bit and asked if this was some sort of jealous retribution. Or maybe the first stop for an evening that wasn’t going to end well for someone. “No, no, no,” I hastily assured her, stepping back from the cool vibe we had going. “I. Ein herb salziger, aberzugleich s??er Geschmack begann sich auszubreiten. Ohne ein weiteres Malaufgefordert werden zu m?ssen, lie? ich den Saft meines Herrn in denRachen flie?en und trank ihn. Schluck f?r Schluck nahm ich ihn auf, undtrotz meines Bem?hens, nichts verloren gehen zu lassen, rannen mireinige Tropfen die Wange herunter.?Braves M?dchen?, sagte mein Herr und zog seinen langsam erschlaffendenSchwanz heraus. Sanft legte er meinen Kopf auf ein Sofakissen undstreichelte mein Haar. Einer. I grabbed her from her back and we had a full blown lips on lips... tongue on tongue action.Meanwhile my right hand was fondling her left breasts from above her salwar suit. She didnt even try to stop. Rather she slid her hands into my bath robe. She played with her fingers inside my robe.She touched the tip of my penis, then caressed it a bit and then grabbed hold of my balls. During this time my left hand was trying to get down on her.I slid my hand to lower her trousers.I could now see her.