She let her tongue twirl around the rim of his twitching head before sliding her mouth further down his thick cock making him groan quietly.She bobbed...her head up and down on his solid length, feeling the tip of his cock press against the back of her throat. Her small hands cupped his swollen balls and pulled gently on them as she continued to work her mouth along his pulsing shaft.“Oh, Becci. You are a naughty girl aren’t you” Mr Henson moaned as she slid her mouth off his hard purple cock.“I. Was it good?" "Oh, sis, it was fabulous. Best cum ever in my life. You can do that to me any time you want. Any time."We just lay there opposite each other, I'm slowly licking her while she's running her tongue around the tip of my cock cleaning off the seeping cum. We lay like this for fifteen or twenty minutes with an aura of blissful feeling. It seems odd and wonderful at the same time to be hugging each others legs and hips, but I loved it."God, I feel good, this has been wonderful," she. ..and the edge between the worlds becomes blurred...after an interminable amount of time the pictures inmy mind sharpen,,,my mind focusesand i become aware that i am walkingslowly in a forest,,unlike any inmy native land,,,i see a woman sitting in the distanceand as i approach i realise that it is thewoman i have been corresponding with...you,we sit facing each other,staring deeply into each others eyes,,,not a word is spoken,but each seems aware of the others thoughts...simultaneously our. I myself was just another face back in the kitchen, where I started as a dishwasher and slowly learned how to cook everything the club had to offer. For the most part we were faceless, beneath the notice of most of the strippers and cocktail girls especially. They punched orders into a machine, and food showed up under the heat lamps on the bar shortly thereafter. Which is perhaps why we had such a crude tradition of hazing the new waitresses. At some point in the distant past, the head cook.