He wore a typical limo-driver’s cap.“Hello, Ma’am,” he said with a formal tip of that cap. “I’m Kevin, your driver for the evening.” Jes...s told me that she’d tried hard to get Phil again, but he already had a prior engagement and wasn’t available at the last minute. Oh well.“Hi, Kevin; we were just getting ready.”And indeed we were. Kevin got an eyeful as most of the woman were half-naked in the midst of changing their tops into the t-shirts. None of the women were bothered in the slightest by. .. yes.”“You called the right number,” I said, “Tell me what kind of flintlock you’re interested in.”“What makes you think you can teach the manly art of rifle making?”“Because I’m sitting here looking at one I built.”“I’d like to see that,” he scoffed.“2227 US 14,” I said. “It’s off the road a bit. If there’s a Green Jeep Station Wagon in front of the shop, I’m there. Don’t look for me before 7:30 ... a girl’s gotta eat sometime. And it’s a 26 mile round trip.”“I’ll be there.”“If you’re not. I started stroking his cock slowly. He slid his hand into my t-shirt and started feeling my nipples. I loved the feeling. He said he will stop at a deserted place, to which I said okay.I kept stroking his cock slowly and could feel it grow rock hard in my hands. He then asked me to suck it. (Let apart sucking, this is the first time I’m even holding another guy’s cock in my hand). I said I do not know how to suck. He then passed me his phone after selecting a video and asked me to watch it.It. If all you dig about me is the sex, that's okay too. But I feel something more than that, if you must know the truth," she replied."But I didn't ask for the truth, did I?" countered Justin. "In fact, I haven't asked for anything but the pleasure of your company." Well, you have that, God knows," she said, laughing nervously to cover up her deep-rooted anxieties."Do I? Really?" and he screwed up his eyes and stared intently at her, curious to know the extent of her involvement, how far she would.