He noticed more and more similarities between Libby and her slut mother Jenny. Sam even after 20 years was consumed with anger and hate towards Ed and...Jenny. He blamed his current issues of an unhappy marriage and work lift due to the break up of his relationship with Jenny Sam would have all his drama come true the following week while at a work conference in London. Sam enjoyed his work trips to London. He often went out to bars and clubs to try and meet women or would resort to calling. When I said it was my treat, she giggled.I was already dressed in a nice shirt and slack outfit, but she insisted on changing into fresh clothing.She came out in an outfit I hadn’t seen before. It was a blue strapless tight blouse, and black pencil skirt.We took my Jeep Wrangler to Rosa’s Italian Restaurant. After helping her out of the Jeep. She took me by the arm and said, “Call me Cory tonight, please?”“As long as you call me, John, Beautiful!” I responded.“Will do,” she said. “I haven’t. He was holding my hand, and petting my forearm with his other hand. We were about as close as we could get while continuing to move down the street. I spotted a bench in front of an old church. "Let's have a seat." I blurted out as I plopped myself down.Brandon still had my hand, but he stayed standing. The look he was giving me told me he intended to kiss me and I'm sure he could see in my eyes that I was ready for him to do so. The intention was in the air, but nothing was happening. We. ......I need to have you in my mouth; I need to taste this sweet sensation for myself.I loose myself from your urgent hold and kiss all the way down, under your breasts, along your abdomen, my kisses harder now, my tongue searching for any moisture that clings to your skin, I reach your belly button, I can smell your excitement, it drives me wild, it drives me further down.Your legs now, tremble with anticipation, your knees are weak, you lean against the wall for support as my hot wet mouth.