I'm really not trying to be immodest here, but the story just wouldn't work if you didn't know certain things about me, and the first of them is that ...ost men would do me without a second thought. I guess they like my face; high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. And my friend Sarah says that I have what she calls "blowjob lips"—nice full ones, made extra sensuous by the glistening cherry-red lipstick I often wore. In high school you would have thought of me. Articles of clothing are flying about the room. Once you are both down to nothing the fun truly begins. “On your knees and close your eyes”, he tells you. You obey. He walks away and comes back. You fill something being wrapped around your eyes. As He is tying the fabric on, his cock brushes your cheeks and lips. It makes you salivate and want to follow his member with your mouth. When he is done, he runs his fingers through your hair and gives it a slow, loving pull. You feel lips. Even though we lived in a remote area, we would come down to town quite often (if the snow didn't block the road) and every couple of months or so we'd travel to San Francisco or Sacramento if we needed something special. Both Sierra and I knew that other families didn't live the way we did, and that we were different, but we didn't care. I was eighteen and Sierra had just turned nineteen and she was planning on leaving to go to college in a few weeks. I wasn't ready to go quite yet sp I. It occurred to Sayuri that her mother was very experienced at sucking cock, and from the expression on Yokomoto's face, she was good at it too. At last! They had something in common she noted wryly. Just then Mrs Watanabe changed tactics. She sat back and for the first time looked up at Yokomoto. He looked back down at her and gave a small smile. Natsuo began rubbing the cock before her in long, slow strokes, twisting her hand up and down its length, her fingers just brushing it lightly. .