"So, do you want me to take you back?" I finally asked when we got out of earshot from the others."I rightly don't know. If I got my arm back, I would.... But if I didn't have the ring and couldn't go on missions again - I don't know if I could live with that." I can understand that but you have to fish or cut bait on this. I am here for a short time before I head back with Vanessa. I only stopped back to keep my word." I have been wrasslin' with that since I heard about you. I know what I can do. Since she was about six-foot tall in her bare feet, her brown pubic bush was visible in the mirror. Alison had always been self-conscious of her body, so she laid the brush down and went into the bedroom to get dressed as soon as she was sure that her hair was laying properly. If a stranger had been able to see into the Baker apartment, they would have appreciated the brunettes beautiful long legs and shapely bottom. Her body was a sex machine that she had never allowed to be used to its full. What am I working with? I thought. Early forties dude. A bit too fat to be considered dad-bod. The Panama Jack Hawaiian shirt might as well have a guarantee to repel women sewn right into the label. A wedding ring? Really? This guy MUST have money.In the absence of a warm-bodied salesman, I was going to have to take point on Mr. Panama Jack. I've watched our guys work the floor, staying just far enough away, circling, keeping the prey between me and the front doors.Time's up, Panama Jack, I. ”“Show me!” she whispered. The devil must have made me do it. I undid my fly and worked my hard cock out. She bent over and opened her mouth. That girl was a natural to begin with and she got a lot of experience to make her even better. She worked my cock in and out of her mouth for about five minutes. “Lay down,” she told me. She started in again and worked my cock over until I came. “I love to suck men off,” she told me.“It shows,” I told her. “You are damned good. You swallow cum like a.