Suddenly, unexpectedly, squatting in front of me she takes the head of my penis into her mouth, squeezes it with her lips and rolls her tongue over it... I’m fighting not to jerk my load into her mouth. She releases my cock head from her lips. “Was that nice? I saw a girl doing that to a boy in my Dad’s magazine.”Still squatting she reaches up to lightly stroke my balls.“Go on. Show me how a boy does it.”“Does what?” “Masturbates!” As Brenda speaks her own hand slides up the inside of her thigh. *Raymond Lab STI bill. 10,000. Paid 12/10/2015.Chores done he did a last check of Tracee’s monitor and turned in at his usual time of 930 pmThursday he was up as usual at 530. Over coffee he turned on the computer, checked email, and saw the results from the lab dated 0500, 12/10/2015.“Subject: STI Results for T.“Samples submitted 20:07, Thursday, December 7, 2015.“Gonorrhea: No trace.“HIV: No trace.“Genital Herpes: No trace.“Syphilis: No trace.“Trichomoniasis: No trace.“Chlamydia: No. Each photo had captured the perfection of her mouth savoring my dick with wanton blissful reverie, the photos worthy of even the best of any porn site’s capture. The scene changed to my eating her wet glistening pussy and she groaned at the recalled feeling of my tongue’s invasion, I swiped my tongue over my lips recapturing the scent and flavor of her womanhood and yet we still had not even held hands as we stared at the screen. When she saw me standing at her entrance she cringed and her hips. Her brief phone description did not begin to do her justice. She was not at all as I had imagined. A broad smile spread across her face; brilliant white teeth framed her soft red lips shining w h a wet-look gloss. She had her long hair pulled back into a casual pony tail. This, along with the moderate makeup and her casual outfit, gave her more the appearance of a coed than a hooker. She wore a jean jacket over a leotard and a matching denim skirt. The latter was fashionably short, cut several.