He actually had a date. It was a blind datebecause, well, what girl would want to go out with him after she got alook at him? He was short and scra...ny, with a big head perched on askinny neck. His face wasn't much to look at either. But one of thegirls in the office where he worked doing menial jobs had set him up witha friend of hers. That surprised him because his co-worker usually justmade fun of him. In fact, all the girls in the office did that.This was going to be wonderful, he. He grows nervous as he watches the scenery change. Finally they arrive at a big white dome-shaped building. She gets out and he follows her into the building. They enter into what looks like a waiting area. Behind a large counter is a woman in a bright pink blouse. She smiles and greets them, "Welcome Mrs. Musselman." The receptionist hands her a clipboard. "Just sign here." Michael's mother takes the clipboard and signs, handing it back to the woman. "Thank you, we'll start right. I knelt down over Amanda and planted my tongue right on and inside Amanda’s warm, wet pussy. I simply pushed the thong aside as I began to lick and eat her right there on the spot. My hands moved up over the Amanda's breasts. Amanda’s sounds increased as I did this and had she not been gagged, she would be screaming and crying out in pleasure which would be so loud the entire house would hear her. I couldn't help but smirk at this because it was why I had secured the sock in Amanda’s mouth in. After few secs, she just looked at me and held my hand. Our hands were into each other as our conversation continued. After some time, I realized my hands from her grasp and as placed it on top of her thigh, she stopped talking, looked above, stared at me and gave a naughty smile (oh god, drink and her killer looks were driving me crazy). I slowly started pressing her thigh.Me: “boyfriend na miss maadthidiya?” (“Are you missing your boyfriend?”)Diya: “hmm, yess”While we continued talks, I kept.