The end.To fill the requirement, this will be posted numerous times. July 6th.It was summer.A hot day.I was having a taste for popsicles.I went into t...he freezer for some banana flavored ones since I enjoy sticking bananas up my ass.The thought of sticking bananas up my ass got me harder than hard-boiled eggs on the 4th of July.Suddenly, I was rubbing my furry chest while holding my banan popsicle.Before anyone could catch what I was doing, I went to my room, being left in solitude.Soon I. Angela makes her way across the room, ignoring the glares from other waiting diners."Miss Kathryn, always an honor," she says with a little bow of her head, crowned with a bouncing mass of dark red curls."So lovely to see you, my dear. The salmon for us both and a bottle of the '08 Cassandra Chardonnay." Certainly, excellent." She looks up from her iPad, and a small frown crosses her face."What is it?" Kathryn asks, "No salmon left? No Cassandra?" Ah, no, not that Miss..." she pauses and. A nice, 'productive' blow job; and by 'productive', I'm talking about them shooting their load of CUM! I mean, maybe a little chatter is appropriate (first-timers are often very nervous, and even a little scared, so I let them blab on a little while longer than if they were a 'regular,' but then, it's time to get on with the real reason were both there)!In my experience, it's the married guys who seem to want (or need) to talk! I guess their feeling not just nervous and scared, but a little. "Can I kiss you?"I wasn't suggesting anything, just talking in a normal voice, looking and sounding like a little girl. I didn't look dangerous at all now."Do you want a kiss?" she licked her lips, staring into my eyes and I nodded slowly.My fingers found her cheek and she felt feverish with fresh blood coursing through her veins. I stood above her, but not by much; even sitting on her dead lover the woman was very nearly my height."You look tired," I whispered, using the voice, using my touch..