. nice. Yes, it’s nice.”I forced a laugh, “Nice wasn’t exactly what I was shooting for.”“Oh, and just what were you shooting for?”I gigg...ed, “Sexy.”“Well, you did achieve that. How many drinks have you had?”“Just one, why?”“Just curious.”“Can’t a girl want to look sexy without being drunk?”He tilted his head, “Of course. It just ... well ... it’s not like you.”“Are you complaining?”That garnered me a chuckle, “Uh ... no, not at all. It’s just going to take me awhile to adjust to your new. The doctor was right about you."As yet another conditional modifier is added to this already confusing equation in the form of whoever this "doctor" may be, you throw those worries aside and continue to listen to the foreign man as he continues. "As I was saying, friend, I know you've probably got more questions than I could throw a biscuit at, but unfortunately, I don't have answers for you." Well, no. That's a lie. I just lied to you. Force of habit, honestly. Apologies, mate, no offense. “Shhhh!” he cautioned me. “Mall security might hear us.” “Sorry,” I whispered contritely. “It’s just that I’ve been dreaming of this moment all last night and all this morning. I don’t think I can be quiet, when you’re being this good and loving to me!” Then he lapped his tongue along my G-spot. “YES!” I shouted again. Then softer, quieter, “I deliberately didn’t wear panties today, just so you could do this to me….so you could do this for me. And now here you are, taking me to paradise! I love. I feel your hips and cock respond as you slide out until just the headof your cock is between my lips, my fingers massage your balls more urgently and suddenly you're thrusting deep into my mouth and throat. My body responds, arching against you in pleasure. My hands grasp your thrusting hips and I hold my mouth wide, watching your eyes as much as I can, moaning and gasping each time your thrusts pull out of my throat. I feel your fingers curl in my hair and a bit of saliva drips from my lips.