Her glossy red lips surrounded the meat shaft and I watched in stunned silence as it began to disappear in that glorious cauldron.Ever so slowly I sli... deeper into that mouth. Past the roof of her mouth, past the uvula - that punching bag looking thing at the back of your mouth - all the way back until I felt myself at the back of her throat.She had to stop there - she hadn't yet learned how to deep-throat and she didn't want to gag on my cock. She held me there as deep in her mouth as she. I just love sex with him." So, that was it?" I asked.She smiled at me and moved closer. "Not quite. I put my hands on him too - inside his shirt, and then in his pants, on his penis. I made him moan when he came." She sounded proud of herself."He said to give this to you, to tell you to..."She opened her purse, now stuffed full of the bra, nylons, and panties she had shed earlier that evening. She removed something, extended her closed hand toward me, then opened it. The wrinkled ball of pink. I continued to masturbate thinking about Vicki on several occasions back in my apartment. A couple of months had gone by and I was bummed not running into Vicki when dropping of my rent. I got a second job on the weekends because my friends were always busy and I was bored hanging out in my apartment by myself. I worked as a cook at a popular pizza place.One Saturday night, I noticed Vicki's address on a delivery order. I bribed the delivery driver to let me take it. I rang the doorbell and was. My breath catches and comes out in a soft sigh. I keep my eyes closed, biting my lip as I wait for more. I can feel the warmth of your body as your hand rests on my skin, slowly sliding my shirt up so I can feel your hand rest against the bare skin of my hip. I keep my eyes closed, my breath starting to quicken as I feel your other hand run up my body, your fingertips gently running up against my neck until I feel your hands running through my hair, and you grab a handful and pull my head back.