"Oh, okay. Tomorrow's better for you, huh?" Her voice gains an edge to it. "Fine. I'll try and get there in the morning." She pauses. "Yeah, you too."...he ends the call and lets the phone hang from her fingertips. "God, you were right." Her voice is hollow.The excitement steps up a notch inside me and I try hard not to show it. "You don't think he's just busy?"She's fuming as she returns to kneel on the blanket. "He can talk the Pope to death but couldn't wait to get me off the phone. Definitely. I grimaced after each bite. She put down the first container and looked at me. "Is this what you like?" "No, Mistress. I don't like my own cum." "I thought you said you did?" "I do and I don't. I a sure I will look back on this and really be turned on but now I just want to get it over with." "Well let's begin the second container. Oh wait! I forgot one thing. Didn't you say something about eating your own cum without being the least bit horny? Let's make sure you aren't horny at all. I am. Julie had been spending this week at her father’s house, and she knew that he would be working late into the night.“I’m so glad you came to spend the night with me,” she told me.“I have a hard time falling asleep if my dad’s not here when I go to bed.”“No problem,” I told her.“I’m having a great time!”We clinked our shot glasses together, licked the salt off the rims, downed our shots, and followed up with limes. The strong liquor burned as it flowed down my throat, and I felt like I was slowly. Of course if he approaches any social group looking for company he is likely to be seen to be on the prowl which is not what he needs.”“That is the way it has been for me until tonight and that is why I have enjoyed this evening with you so much.”Becky then had an interesting thought. “If my company has been so good for you maybe Andy would enjoy meeting up with Kathy.”“Would you be happy with that?” I asked.“Why not? I would be quite happy with Andy having Kathy for a friend but how would you.