?Yes, yes you were,? she responded. ?Mr Dawson, this is the girl who,at thirteen, would charge the lads twenty pence to give them a blow job behindthe...bike sheds.? Cari smiled when she had finished, as if remembering something. ?I see,? said Dawson , ?so whendid it change?? ?When I met Robert, I think. I adore him, but I just don't find himsexually all that thrilling.? ?I see.? Dawsonsmiled thinly.Cari was intriguing him more than his client. ?Now, here's what I think.I think you have it in you. I was working with the Detroit Housing Department at one of the project sites named Brewster-Douglas,doing what they call fire watch since none of the fire systems were working.Our job was to walk the building checking for anything out of place or if you smelled smoke in the building,I had the 4 to mid watch when I walked the building.While walking through the one of the 14 story buildings I would pass this one apartment to where the door was wide open and you couldn't help but look right into. . I'm doing the right thing..." I want you. I want this. And besides..." She says with a little grin and a lick to my neck, positioning her hot pussy mount on top of my erect, almost defiant penis. It lay under her, touching her panties, longing for the warmth within... I begin to try to shake it off, and only partially succeed, as my gaze turns to the intense fucking on the screen. She swivels her hips all around it though, turning to face me, licking at my bottom lip."I've learned a lot from. He's gone. Come and lick the spunk off my face before it dries up." . I hung up and sprinted back to the house, entered and ran up stairs. I found her lying on the bed with her skirt pushed up to her waist, hair ruffled, bra still on and a content look on her face. she pointed at the cum rapidly drying on her cheek and forehead. "sorry i licked some of it up my self" she said with a smile. "What happened? tell me everything" i said as i began to hungrily clean her face with my tongue. She told.