He shook his hands and we started walking down.About the place, it’s a dark place in the night and there are steps going down and a small river over... there.Me: How are you?He: Good.Me: Then, what else?He: Nothing, you are looking great!Me: Thanks. Me or my dress?He (smiled): Both!Me: Then what’s your plan?He: Nothing. I was looking for the kind of girl like you, who wears modern dresses, likes to have fun, etc.Me: Ha, same here. I want a partner who likes to have fun always and cares about. It was wet, slippery sex, the kind that makes me claw the sheets and beg for more. Every nerve in my body tingled from his fucking. He was very physical with me, pinning back my arms, or grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs wide like the wings on an airplane. He was tough and rugged. I was often straining to meet his thrusting cock, but it was wonderful, beautiful sex, he used me in all the right ways.He inundated all of my senses. He smelled good throughout the sex. His cologne mixed with. This cock was a beauty but way too big to fit in her mouth so all she could do was suck the fat head and stroke it with both hands, I stood back and watched and listened. Honey was talking to herself in almost a whisper about how big it was and how black it was, she sucked what she could between talking about it and I marveled at how big it got. In maybe three minutes this cock went from nine and soft to ten or eleven and very fat and hard, Honeys hands couldn't wrap around the shaft from. Man of the cloth. So, when he got his inheritance of some odd millions of dollars, he opened an architectural firm. He wasn't cut from that cloth either, but he hired people who were, and his some odd millions turned into bunches of millions.Mr. Thornbill's head was down, like he was reading something important. He looked up from the completely bare, polished surface of his desk, which comprised possibly a quarter of an acre. It was built of some exotic, heavy wood from the rain forests and had.