*** Of course Fliss noticed Matt. How could she not? He was always courteous, always smiled at her and had lovely soft hands that she sometimes...managed to brush against as she handed him his sandwich—intentionally of course. She knew he worked in an office not far from the deli, but beyond that she knew nothing about Matt, the fresh-faced guy with the short black hair, goatee, powerful chest and muscular thighs. She got the impression he might be enjoying looking at her rear while. This went on until I was very close to ejaculating, at which point I pulled her off me and onto the couch beside me. I then went down on her, running my tongue up and down the inside of her labia and over her clit which brought a tremoring moan from K as she arched her pussy up into my face. I worked two fingers into her wet pussy as I licked and licked until she climaxed into my face, “AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHH!” Bucking away in orgasmic bliss. She was a bit loud and I was starting to. I also know that I've certainly turned some heads in my time. I'm a petite little hottie, I've been told. I'm really not trying to be immodest here, but the story just wouldn't work if you didn't know certain things about me, and the first of them is that most men would do me without a second thought. I guess they like my face; high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. And my friend Sarah says that I have what she calls "blowjob lips"—nice full ones, made extra. Stroking her hair, he whispered “Everything’s going to be alright honey.” Still stroking her hair she could hear him humming that tune again. It was the same tune he’d hum while rocking her to sleep as a baby or tucking her into bed. This lilting nameless tune helped feel better as she slowly stopped crying. Giving her a peck on the cheek and then looking her in the face, “Go wash up and I’ll keep your breakfast warm.” After breaking away and making the trip to the bathroom, Jennifer joined.