She was standing in the middle of the staircase, looking back over her shoulder with a puzzled expression on her face. She quickly averted her gaze as...if caught doing something wrong, and set her foot on the next step. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that she wasn’t watching her step, but whatever it was, she tripped. Her heel scraped against the stone and her ankle wobbled. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she lurched forward. She tumbled down the stairs, her face pale, her arms. In the toilet I asked my mother about my peepee standing up. Through the door, she heard me and came in, as I wastrying to press it down, sitting on the seat like the big girl I was. Iblushed, as she looked down, as she frowned and kneeled her beigesundress billowing slightly around her. Her perfume seemed so good to me,lilacs, I think.She reached to my pee pee, and asked me, "Do you mind if I touch it?" OK, go," I replied, "you can." What are you thinking about?" she asked, pressing one cool. He stepped forward over and used his free hand to guide his cock into my wet mouth. He used the fistful of my hair to hold himself deep in my throat until I gasped desperately to get some air…I tapped his thighs with my hands franticly signaling for a time out; but he denied me and jerked my head back and forth causing me to gag loudly.Then I managed to place my hands on the front of his legs and push his cock half way out and steal a few gasps of air by gasping my mouth open.But soon he pushed. I added her back. We started chatting daily about our likes, dislikes, college, about my company, etc.She would sometimes send me snaps showing her clothes collection and ask me what she should wear. I was imagining her in all her dresses. I started fapping for her. 1-month post to this, she got all the procedures done and got her offer letter. She sent me a snap and asked where we should go for a treat.I asked her for a coffee on the weekend and she agreed. On Sunday we met at a coffee shop in.