"Do I get anything?" Nope!" her words hit like a freight train. Was I a bad girl? Certainly no! I just did a great job I think! No this was something ...lse. What is she playing at?I groan in displeasure as my mind races. She knows I'm losing my mind and stays silent. "For how long?" I ask hoping this is just her getting me worked up for later."Maybe a couple of months." she says. Her voice isn't stern but it's not playful. She has played a lot of poker and her skills are really showing now. I. Again she took my cock and put inside her mouth. I was in heaven. She sucked my cock like an expert. She sucked the edge with her tongue. When I felt time reached for the final whistle, I stopped her and started licking her pussy. I kissed her navel and boobs. When i suck her neck she hugged me tightly. I licked her ass and inserted finger in pussy. I loved her ass. I put my tongue deep inside her ass hole. I massaged her ass and carcasses it hardly with my hand. It is looking like a water. It was more like the giddy infatuation you felt as a 14-year-old, being told by your first crush that she likes you too. I was deliriously happy at the moment, and I didn't mind letting it show. "Yeah..." I drawled, squeezing Amber's hand.We were all in Lynne's apartment. It was after work the day after Amber and I "went for a walk", and my roommate had invited us all down for dinner to get all our complicated relationships out on the table. Lynne herself was still puttering around the kitchen. She smiled at the idea that she knew a ninety-four-year-old stripper. Her neighbor was one of the original flapper girls from the 1920’s movies. She was also a showgirl in Vegas later in her career. Sherry loved to hear her stories and believe me Ms. Crystal loved to tell them. She will always be missed.As she stuck her head out of the door, she called over to the man that was beating on the door and said, “Hey, I don’t think anyone lives there, the woman just died three days ago.”Turning to.