.”“Yeah, that was a dumb question ... Shoot, I’m sorry, Matt, I just realized. I’m still trying to get used to the idea of her being gone.”�...�Same here, Shan. But don’t feel bad. I’m doing much better now.”“You do sound better.”“I’ll tell you more about it some other time. As for the photos, do whatever you think is best. Probably don’t leave them out on your desk when you take off, though.”“You’re silly ... Do you still have your copies?”“Yeah, they’re buried around here somewhere,” I replied,. Sam pulls in, gets in my car, we talk for a bit, I can tell we both want to move forward, Sam has told me many times how much he wanted to suck my dick, so before we part ways, I pull it out and ask if he wants a taste, he looks around and then dives in, taking me in his mouth, moaning as he deep throats my cock, but I stop him, "just a taste tiger" as he sits up, and wipes his mouth, I then put my hand between his legs, and start to feel his hard cock through his pants, I unzip him, stroke him. You’re working me into a frenzy. You clearly know what you’re doing, giving me your tongue slowly then quickly, dancing across then circling, barely touching then firmly. You give a slow, broad lick up my slit and across my clit and then leave me with no contact at all but your hands pinning my legs in position. I open my eyes and look down at you, finding you waiting for my gaze. We lock eyes and you still don’t move. “Please,” I moan in barely more than a whisper.“Please what?” you respond. But he smelled somethingodd and looked down, watching as she was carefully coated his nails in asalmon pink. There wasn't much he could do about it as she leaned in,blowing on his fingers and then stretching out his other hand, workingquickly.It was appalling seeing his two hands palm down and spread wide on thetable as she lifted his knees, turning her attention to his toes. It wasvery distracting feeling his toes separated by tissues, but before theSponge Bob episode was over, she was.