I was in heaven. Now the tongue was inserted deep inside and was trying to reach the deepest. I held his head and pushed hard to my crotch. I was oozi...ng and could feel the juice being lapped by this man. After sometime he lifted his head away and was quite breathless. His nose, mouth and cheeks were moist with my cum. He sat on the bed to rest for a while. I got up and hugged him close and put my mouth on his face where the juice was spread. I licked him dry and kissed his mouth. Then I reached. I'll be going for my driver's license soon. But Sir, I didn't come to talk about me. I came to sell cookies. Do you want to place an order?"My mind wandered away in an effort to digest her information. "16 next week" is what she said. Why, 16 is the legal age of consent in this state! My pretty little sexy neighborhood cookie-seller would be jailbait for only one week more!Hell, I silently thought with my hard-on straining the bathtowel around my waist. A lot of damn good this information would. Nelson shook his head, ‘Major, I’m out. Have been for a while. I thought you retired, too?’ ‘I was retired, but not by choice,’ the image replied. ‘Sorry Major, I never heard about it,’ Nelson said quietly. ‘Doesn’t matter, I need your help.’ ‘Major, I haven’t taken a job in three years. I am out of the Biz. I walked away before it got me killed,’ Nelson said, a note of pleading in his voice. ‘You owe me, Nelson, and I got no one else to turn to.’ ‘Damnit all to hell,’ Nelson muttered.. Those nearby are either laughing or cheering.Finally, someone comes to help, not to replace my towel, but to undo my zip. Having been so kind, he then picks up my towel, and I am aware that he has thrown it away, so that now that I am finally free of the wetsuit, I must retrieve the towel, naked, and still entertaining the appreciative crowd.I love wetsuits!The other experience was a few years back, on a cruise ship on the Mediterranean. I am on the deck, alongside the swimming pool, lying on a.