“Okay okay just gimme a sec,” she said breathlessly. Then she started in on the best blow job I had ever had. She took my whole cock into her lit...le mouth, not even flinching when it reached the back of her throat. She sucked on it as hard as she could, her hands working my balls magically. She then brought her head back, her lips following it to the tip of my dick where she swirled her tounge around it and massaged the underside of it where it met the shaft of my cock. I almost blew it in. Could it be? Was she still lactating? I was already hard seeing her, but my cock was straining against my slacks now, my desk protecting me from giving away my enthusiasm. That bra strap rode low on her back. I knew released from their confines, those heavy orbs would drop to her waist. She is definitely a candidate for my philanthropy. Number 12 told me she had a 18 month old and that her husband had died a year ago, drowning in a boating accident. She said they had just moved to the area. He didn’t offer to move, so Nicki gave up and let her breasts rub across his stomach as she left. She really didn’t have a choice. She turned to say good-bye once she was outside, but when she turned the door was already shut. She couldn’t resist the urge this time and stuck her tongue out at the closed door. ‘What an ass!’ she thought. Then she giggled. Actually, he did have a really cute ass! She had always been a connoisseur of men’s backsides and he had a really nice one. She remembered a. Mark kissed her foot again, and then brushed his lips across her ankles. His lips wandered to the skin of her calves, gently gliding against the surface softness and occasionally pushing down to admire and kiss the firm muscles beneath.A soft giggle. “Oh, that would be so ticklish if I weren’t in the right frame of mind!”“Oh yeah?” Mark asked playfully. “And exactly what frame of mind are we talking about here?”“I’ll let you know in a bit!” And then a timid whisper. “Mark?”Mark was pre-occupied.