She was working nights and sleeping during the day. I decided to let a few days pass before contacting her again. I was spending almost all day at the... gym. Between my training and teaching Krav Maga with not much else to do it made more sense. Master Garcia and I would spare maybe twice a week or so. There was no one else in the building that would present much of a challenge to me. Master Garcia always kicked my ass, but I was continually getting better. We were going at it on a Friday night. It wasn’t long before his body began to tighten, I went with instinct on this one and took my mouth off his dick just as his young clear boy cream shot from his dick 1… 2… 3… times all three shots landed in the area around his belly button. Again acting on instinct I stuck my tongue in his belly button and lapped the cum up slowly, while Josh moaned in pleasure (GIGGITY GIGGITY!!) I began to milk his young cock, his boy cream tasted so sweet, like an elixir. I realized that I was about to come. The people in this town might have been forgotten by the world, or at least the world that didn't deliver goods on trucks that drove through town, but Mable had a shiny, working credit card machine. She rang up their purchases on an antique cash register, that had keys like an old manual typewriter, that moved an inch, and made little red and white flags with numbers on them pop up in the window on the front of it, and then swiped Dave's credit card with an expert twist of her wrist. It was. We must have looked decidedly suspicious from anyone observant enough in the other carriage. I was past caring. She was pleasuring me brazenly. My skirt was half way to my waist and my panties pulled to one side; my pussy melting in the heat of pleasure. Her breath grew harder in my ear, her own body tense against mine, as I figured that she was as excited as me and enjoying the experience in no small way. We approached the final stop and my whole body was tingling. Her attention to my little.