She stayed quiet for a second, then hesitatingly asked if I could help tote the bags from her garage to the front of the house. Of course, I was more ...han willing to help a beautiful young lady such as her.“I don’t have anything to pay you, but can offer you a glass of tea,” she added as I followed her towards her garage.“Tea sounds good,” I replied.I toted each bag of top soil around to her front yard as she disappeared into her small house. Just as I sat the second bag of top soil down, she. Stephen’s warm hands wiped the tears off of my cheeks, and I couldn’t bear to look at him. “Please don’t cry, baby. Tell me what to do to make it better,” he whispered. I couldn’t respond to him, because I had to turn around and run for the bathroom again. I threw up violently, and sobbed as quietly as I could manage. When I was trying to get up off of the floor, I felt hands grip under my shoulders. Stephen had followed me into the bathroom, of course. “Are you okay?” he asked worriedly,. I started to lick and eat it, she started moaning and soon her pussy was wet with her juices. Then I took of my lungi ,my cock was hard and she started to stroke it with her hands.I opened her blouse and let out her tits and started to rub them allover slowly she was stroking my cock at the same time , moving her hands up and down my cock and balls. As I was rubbing her I asked her if I needed to wear a condom. She said she didn’t care and then I asked her to sit on me. I lay back on the couch. The softly touching hand glided up her calf and began to lightly caress her thigh, inching closer and closer to her defenseless cunt. She shuddered with anticipation as the stroking fingers inched slowly up her inner thigh. She felt a dewdrop gather between her legs, growing ever larger until it steamed over her anus. More dewdrops formed at the lips of her now drooling pussy, swelling in size until the surface tension broke, sending yet another rivulet of pussy juice to run across her puckered.