The arrival of the Warriors usually brought its share of womanizing and drunkenness. Tupac rode the horses directly to the building of the seamstress..., gave me his arm and swung me down to the ground. He directed Herve and Dreng to see to the few supplies we would be taking with us and to meet at the building housing the bar. Tupac entered the seamstress’ building with me following behind.“Tupac, what a surprise. Did you break through your britches, again?”He smiled at me with a little. Fishing my fleshy pole out of my boxers, she added, "Impressive piece of equipment, you have here, Rev." She slipped the helmet into her warm, wet mouth and began to suck.My initial reaction was to moan at the sweet feel of her tongue as it rasped the underside of my growing erection. "Ohhh God!" escaped my lips before I came to my senses. "Janie! We can't do this!" I wanted her to stop, but I didn't want her to stop. It had been several months since I had felt sensations like this. Part of me. Jackpot. Even in America this would be a hard accept. I asked her if she wanted me to be her first. She said no, but her mind seemed undecided. I quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her towards me, kissing her on the lips gently at first then applying more pressure. I wanted to ask if she liked it, but she was panting and moaned a little, so I took that as a yes and kissed her again. I moved her, while our lips were still touching and moving apart only to cross paths again, onto the bed. I. I really don’t want to make a girl that’s nice enough to let me enjoy her company uncomfortable. So I won’t make any moves unless there is a clear ‘green light’. Now having said that when I tell you what happens next you’ll probably think I’m an idiot. Maybe I am when it comes to this sort of thing. I know it proves me wrong about both being reasonably intelligent and somewhat empathetic I guess. Those are still badges that I’ll give myself anyway. So ‘Rachel’ is guiding our little walking date.