”“I think I can live with those consequences as long as you don’t die on me again. You’ll break my heart if you ever scare me like that again....I may not be able to save you next time. I have no idea how I did it this time,” I told him softly and caressed his cheek.He frowned at me and removed his hand from my body to touch the patch. “I felt you do something. It was like you were pouring your love into me, but it was dreamlike. I think my desire not to leave you alone also stopped me from. The licks become quicker i'm working your clit hard, i can feel it getting firm, your pussy is wet, your hands are on the back of my head gently pulling me closer as your pleasure grows. You hear the door open, someone enters on the other side of the office, you quickly button your blouse, you can hear them looking for something on there desk. I don't stop my licks, they just keep coming, you're so close, your breathing shallow, trying not to make a noise you want to scream out. They find what. This ended when overhead lights were snapped on displacing the gloom ofthe half-light he had grown use to. Milton wasn't sure, but it seemedfrom his position on his back that he was in another room. "Okay sleepyhead sister, time to get up and show the world it's newestwonder worker!" To Milton's surprise the person addressing him was the little woman whohad been giving him his massage; a woman as far as he had been able totell knew no more than a dozen words of English, and here she was. Yes, she swallows. And I love it.So, we were getting along quite fine in my opinion. I'd made a few moves toward her pussy and she'd let me rub her on the outside of her panties but, so far, not inside. I figured it was just a matter of time before I'd get her panties off but it hadn't happened yet.I was sixteen, just taking driver's ed but still without a license, when I was hitchhiking to Beth's one Saturday morning and a car pulled over, I ran up and saw it was Beth's mom."Hi, Stan, are you.