I laid there, trying to catch my breath, while Ben sent Scott away. He came back to me and helped me up. Not bothering to get dressed, I sat, limply, ...in the passenger seat, while he gathered my clothing and the blanket. We drove back home in silence. As he pulled into his driveway, he turned to me. “You’re such a whore, and I absolutely love it!” he told me. I just glared at him. It was still relatively early, and there were many people milling around. He came around to my side of the car and. ‘Hm.’ She nodded. ‘Well,’ she said with a light sigh, ‘I have things to do so I need to be going. But I wish you a pleasant stay.’ Then she turned to leave. ‘So you won’t confess your little secret?’ She stopped but didn’t immediately turn. Then she looked over her shoulder at the older Masterson brother. ‘Secret?’ ‘Why this Gems is convinced that you’re an expert on sea treasures.’ They were like a dog with a bone! She knew she had to do something to satisfy what appeared to be an. Now there was to be………What?! He was to be in her city for several days and suggested they meet if that were feasible, desirable for her. Of course it was!!! She could want nothing else. Or could she….? As the time approached, she had spent as much time in the lubricious contemplation of their meeting as in anguish at whether it possibly could satisfy the inflated expectations of either. What could they do? What would they want to do? They would have ample opportunity, but how could they realize. Licking and sucking as you started to moan. He likes this, I thought. Time for the tongue trick. Set an exciting pattern. Build anticipation. I took my tongue and flicked it Back and forth as I traveled the length of your shaft. As I worked my way to the tip, I could feel you're anticipation building. Fast as I could I dove down deep. I took as much as I could, adjusted, took a bit more, gagged, and came up for air. Your primal moans and groans were driving me at this point. Vocals are.