Her hair pulled back into a tight pony-tail, she looked like a secretary the first time she strutted onto the ward, her top button undone, partially r...vealing her freckled chest and the flawless curve of her pert round tits. She wore glasses and had that bookish aloofness that just made me want to fuck her even more.Despite my nerves at meeting my senior I could barely stop myself from getting a hard-on as she walked confidently towards me to offer her hand. That was where the fairy tale ended,. Words are fine, wonderful things, but they're only words. They describe ideas and actions. Those are what really count. And the motivations behind them. Faith alone can't accomplish a thing. But faith in combination with inspired and thoughtful action can move mountains. You can help people, if that's what you truly want to do, but try using inspiration and motivation. Flies and honey, preacher, flies and honey. People who think they're doomed make lousy allies and worse friends."He nodded,. He was an average guy, maybe 40 years old, jeans and a sweatshirt. We found a spot and he dropped to his knees and undid my pants. He took my dick into his mouth and started to work. He was good, my dick grew hard as a rock almost immediately as his soft tongue and lips worked around my shaft and head. He sucked at a steady pace without stopping or changing up, and it wasn't long before I had thrown my head back and was moaning with my teeth clenched, trying like hell to keep from cumming so it. " Her smilewidened."Thank you Ms DeVille." Candi smiled back nervously."Oh when we are alone, and only when we are alone, you can call meMegan." Her smile reminded Candi of a wolf's grin.Megan's fingers inched further up Candi's short skirt and she leaned inand put her lips to Candi's earlobe."You're thinking about the saying the pilots have about hosties who havebeen around long enough to earn their gold wings aren't you? About usbeing lesbians. Why, you're shaking Miss Pops," Megan.