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It was obvious that this monster still had more plans for this girls young body. TO BE CONTINUED... The nineteen seventy-five Elvis Presley Convention was swinging, somewhere over two thousand fans were having a great time. My stall was busy, I had a new selection of Elvis posters, from a deal I’d done in France. I was happy, rushed off my feet, with customer after customer, and taking a load. “Would you like some help behind there?” Came this voice. I glanced up from my rolling up of posters, and there was this quite pretty young lady. “No, you’re okay, but thanks anyway,” I replied without having given it much thought. A little later, things eased a bit. I thought of the girl who had offered to help, she was familiar in some way, but I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure why. She had looked nice, I thought, why hadn’t I accepted her offer, I wondered. Naturally, I realised, that’s just me, a bit slow on the uptake at times. Things had slowed down a lot, for me anyway. So, I thought, I might as well pack up, maybe go and catch some of the action. I roamed around, bought a couple of records, then there she was again. She was looking through some sheet music. She looked up at me, when I said, “Hi again, thanks for your offer to help, I should have said yes, but it kind-off caught me on the hop, I really didn’t think.” “That’s okay Mike, but I would have loved to have helped.” I looked at her a bit closer, in the dim light, “You know my name and I’m sure I know you from somewhere, but, I’m sorry, I just can’t place it.” She smiled, ”You used to go round Nanik’s house once a week, I was there a couple of times with my husband, as was.” Nanik was an Elvis dealer, who always came up with the latest foreign issued material. Now I remembered. There was a policeman, Jim was his name I think. “Jim, was that it? You’re Sue, am I right?” “Spot on.” She answered. “But I don’t talk about him anymore.” I hadn’t asked, but she went on to explain, “We were only married a couple of months when I knew something was seriously wrong. He didn’t want to sleep with me, and finally admitted that he was gay, he’d only married me to help hide the fact. His promotion prospects in the police force, he said. He did admit that it had been a mistake, and he knew it wasn’t fair on me. So, we divorced, and, well, here I am.” “That’s a bit of story Hey! I’m sorry.” “No problem, it was four years ago now, so water under the bridge, and all that. Can I tell you something though?” I just nodded to her. “Well, the last time I saw you, I already knew I was leaving Jim, I watched you doing your deals with Nanik, and I remembered thinking at the time, I fancy this guy, I wonder if he’ll give me what indian my husband won’t.” Then he released her gasping and choking for breath. For the rest of the day we all had a good time. Then she told him to "text your friends" as she got down on her knees and sucked him off." They met Pablo at the river and after exchanging pleasantries he explained the route they were to take for the day. A stake had been driven through the bottom to anchor it and a rusting lock kept the weather seal locked and in place. “That will help?” she gasped. I savored it. She started to unbutton her dress and soon pushed it off her shoulders indian where it fell to the ground at their feet. She held the photo of her twat up to his dick, image side facing the tip of his cock, and a moment later he groaned and began spurting long sticky ropes of cum across the photo. “Get him out of there!” Stalker yelled as Low-Light joined him and fired at the Cobras. It does feel nice the hot water cascading over my body. Mrs. Rojas jaw dropped. I trembled, saying, “We have ten minutes before her session finishes.”