When she was fully spent, she collapsed forward onto his chest as she tried to catch her breath. Listening to his breathing and heartbeat, she thought... of the past few hours and all the extremes she went to, to try to get information from him. When she looked up at him, she noticed he was watching her...and smiling. "If that is an interrogation, I'm ready to talk," he said jokingly. "That wasn't quite what I had planned," she replied as she sat up. She threw her right leg over his body as she. He was a decent looking guy, he didn't date ugly women, but this dancer was something else. He had never seen anyone so beautiful.Her eyes, her smile, her facial structure, not to mention her body, all as perfect as he had ever seen. She had the voice of an angel, and was a student in college and had better grades than he did, so she was a very engaging person to talk to.This dancer was not a big woman, maybe 5'4", but she had healthy curves, she probably weighed 125 to 130 pounds. And her. Her preference, she knew, was for the English traditional jazz artists like Acker Bilk, Kenny Ball and Chris Barber and American blues legends like B.B King, John Lee Hooker, Memphis Slim and Jimmy Reed.It was around an hour later when things started to get a little strange for Roger. He had shared the dishwashing duties with Caroline, helped unload the sidecar, the rack and the pannier bags and placed the gear in the tent before padlocking it's entrance. It wouldn't be very secure he knew, but. So good, in fact, I didn't immediately notice when someone entered my row heading towards me.I was relieved to see it was the k**; but kind of scared as it became clear he was going to sit next to me. Saying hi to me while sitting down he pulled his zipper open freeing that cock I had been watching. That made me very nervous, and very excited too.The view was amazing but I didn't want him to see me looking. I almost jumped when he turned to say something to me just as I was sneaking a peek. But.