Sandra, Part 2
As Sandra drove away I thought that moving to Sacramento might be a lousy idea after all. I wondered if there was a city close by that would be a good substitute.I pulled my maps out of the glove compartment and checked the highways from here to Sacramento. There are two possibilities. Placerville and Roseville. The latter is closer to Sacramento and larger.On the drive west, I hemmed and hawed. I could honestly tell my wife that I didn’t want to live in the same city as her sister. She’d completely understand and maybe by the time her rehab ended, she might be sick of her sister too.It was too far to get to Sacramento in one day so I stayed the night in a Walmart parking lot and slept in my istanbul travesti truck. There was a Wendy’s close by and I had a before-bedtime snack there. The next morning I had breakfast at IHOP and set out again.I drove to Roseville and stopped for lunch at a Burger King. It was very busy so I sat at the counter. A big guy was sitting next to me finishing his coffee.We struck up a conversation. He was about forty years old. His name was Earl. He was a friendly good looking guy, easy to talk to. I told him about needing a place to stay and a job close to Sacramento. He empathized about my wife’s condition.He told me he owned the lumber yard across the street.“I have to get back istanbul travestileri to work. Come and see me when you’re finished eating.”When I was done, I walked over.He was very cordial and showed me all around the place. I was quite impressed that for a small city, they’d have such a thriving business like this.He said, “Let’s go to my office.”He sat behind his desk and I sat on a chair in front of him.“Well, Earl, you have a very impressive business here. Who do I have to jerk off to get a job here?”He said, “That would be me. Close the door and lock it.”By the time I did that and turned around, he’d already stood up, undid his pants and dropped them to the floor.I walked travesti istanbul around his desk and stood in front of him. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his cock.I started stroking his cock. My other hand fondled his nuts, his above average sized nuts. His cock was heavily veined and uncut. I fully retracted his foreskin and moved it back and forth over his wet glistening glans. His cock stiffened and got longer and thicker. He was soon erect. He was about six inches long and his cock was mighty fat around the middle; it was narrower at the base and the tip. I found that pretty sexy, different too than most cocks.“Are you in a hurry to cum or should I take it slow and make it last longer?”He was breathing quicker now and he gasped, “Faster and harder!”I moved around and stood beside him. I put my left arm around his waist. That gave me leverage to handle the job at hand. I gripped him tighter and sped up my stroking to a furious pace.
