I continued to cleanit with my lips until it felt even smaller than one of my wife'snipples. I gently dried it with a towel and dusted it with talcum....Ihelped him into a clean pair of white silky knickers and as he pulledthem up to his waist, his cock had shrunk so much that it hardly made abulge. In fact, the smooth outline of his knickers looked so feminineit was hard to believe that a few moments earlier his throbbing cockhad been in my mouth.Feeling somewhat weak and weary I got to my feet. And he wouldn’t dream of asking her to repeat herself: He’d heard her loud and clear.The tall brunette had eyes like ice, both in their clear blue shade and their coldness. Her hair, dress and makeup were consummately professional, her heels high and her tube skirt tight. Her figure was a narrow hourglass; if there was a line between slim and voluptuous, her body straddled it like a lover. She spoke dispassionately:“I’ve reached my thirties now, and it’s time to settle down. Of course, my. Robin slowly walked up to the man, seeing his name tag, Joe, on the shirt. ‘Hi, Joe, I am Robin and that’s my baby. Can you get her fixed?’ She asked. Standing in front of him, her five foot two inch body felt small compared to his six foot two inch frame, his biceps filling his short sleeve shirt. She felt his brown eyes scan her body and a slight smile covered his face as his hand touched her hand for the keys. ‘Have a seat in the office. We’ll get you on your way again shortly,’ Joe said as. “I still need to secure income for my destitute parents and how am I to make do without working like other folk?”He looked at her and judged that she was merely being direct and curious and not devious like most of the feminine types one found these days scheming to squeeze every last drop of commercial benefit from their fleeting conquests. That was one thing he liked about Cindi. She was not one that toyed much with subterfuge and one could depend on her simple thought processes and not try.