The fear of how this was going to turn out began to recede as the pleasure of her mouth and the mounting orgasm took over. His hips and hands began to... work on their own. Each time her head would go down his hand kneaded her neck and forced it down a little further. His hips would thrust forward a little more forcing more of the shaft deep into her throat. She made pleasurable moaning sounds intercut with slurping, gurgling sounds that he found both disgusting and wonderful. More and more saliva. Ok. Wait! This is not a story. This is the description of what actually happened there. I hope you will enjoy it.It was a sunny day in February and I got a phone call, which I was expecting for a long time. My labour friend informed me that he is in town. I was dying to meet him after 3 years. I had several gayish encounters but none was comparable to what I had with him.We planned to meet at a hotel in the afternoon. I could not wait. I asked him about my preferred appearance. He smiled and. It matched her mood, as she clutched her thin robe tightly round her body, as if in doing so, she could keep out the driving rain that lashed against the window panes. It was one of those days when the wind and rain whistled round the eaves, creating a cacophony of strange sounds.The window panes shook and rattled, as they were intermittently being lashed with rain and wind. It was the type of day she would have liked to stop in bed and in the warm. But not today she had things to do. Her. She and I had what I thought was such a connection. Getting shot at can cause all kinds of changes in relationships, but I didn't see that one coming.I crossed into Kentucky on Interstate Twenty-Four, and not too terrible long after that, I came to a Cracker Barrel, where I could park in one of their designated RV parking spots, and spend the night. It was very convenient because I could have a big old, country breakfast before hitting the road, and not have to stop until well after lunch time.