And her free hand moved over to rest on my upper thigh to inflate the atmosphere between us. “My name is Gracie Eastman, what is yours?” “My name is Martin Hiatt, at least the last time that I checked it.” “Aha, a man with a sense of humor. Maybe I have hit the motherlode tonight.” So, I looked at her through squinted eyes and asked, “You aren’t planning on becoming a mother tonight, are you?” “I hadn’t thought of that, but I will leave the idea of it open, if it becomes of a practical concern.” Then there were low level mutual laughs with that, and a gentle squeeze on my thigh. “Say, what do you do around here?” amateur “I am a semi-retired hairdresser and a permanently pensioned off with alimony escapee from California. I want to continue to get his money, but not his whining face with it.” “Very practical concept, I think.” “And so then, what do you do to pay for your root beers?” “I am a traveling salesman, and before the jokes start, I have heard all of them that you would have heard and some more. Please contain yourself.” She smiled at that and refrained from regaling me with her storehouse of pertinent jokes. But, she did ask, “What do you sell?” “I sell industrial equipment and supplies in the Pacific Northwest Region of Washington, Oregon, Idaho and Montana. I circle throughout this region continually and finish a circuit about every three months. By the way, I am not supposed to let out what company that I represent, so please don’t ask.” “I will contain myself as to that,” said with arched eyebrows. “Thank you for that. And you have passed the second test for a prospective friendship with me.” “Second? What is the first?” “Thought you would never ask! How you indian look tonight.” “Why thank you, so nice of you to notice.” “I am guessing that a lot asian of guys notice.” “Yeah, notice and pass on to the sportier fillies in attendance. Only Dakota and Allison squeezed my cock. She squirmed atop Bernie, her sour flavor adding a new delight to the sweet banquet of their pussies. I shudder at what might be behind the door. Since time was a factor, I asked him to be naked when I got there, which he had no problem with. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she ran calculations on whether that would make her bisexual, but she was soon distracted by a tiny sound coming from the direction of the bathroom. She was already hot and willing, but I wanted to draw out our foreplay until I had her literally begging to be fucked. Holding myself still I waited until she stopped twitching before I let indian myself slide out of her pussy, globs of my cum and her fluids, ran down her legs and spilled onto the sofa. Holy shit. Ooh, I'm going to cum so hard on this dick. If she was fully naked it would just somehow be better. She turns to Jess. “I haven’t seen you before. My cum has made it very slick and her muscles are relaxing. My crotch smacked into her rump. She groans loudly. My entire body trembled, but asian not from nerves, from exhilaration. The head is different. I took off my dress and walked in to amateur the changing room and got the one I liked and put it on as I walked out. “You're a bad girl.” Gotta admit, it was kind of relaxing and I would sip on a beer during the 30 minutes that I was smoking that cherry tobacco. The color visibly drained from my face.