’ I leaned up slightly and she helped my to remove the jeans shirt that I was wearing. I had a white T-shirt on underneath. She then stretched her h...nds down from my neck, sliding them under the collar of my shirt and rubbed her thumbs deeply onto my skin, across my shoulders. ‘How’s that?’ she asked. ‘Much better… real good,’ I whispered. And for the next ten minutes, she worked quietly as I felt myself about to drift off to sl**p on a few occasions. She had now brought her hands from the. I pulled out, then shoved my cock deeply back into her mouth, making her eyes water. I saw and felt her gag a little, but that was a reflex she'd been well trained to overcome.I pulled out and went behind her again. I slapped her ass with my empty hand, relishing the sting, enjoying the sight of my handprint on her in darker pink than the already striped painting I'd put there.I grasped the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart, hard. Her little rose puckered at me, but this time I was going. She took my hand again and led me inside. Hey, what is she doing in the men's room? She told me to go into a stall and sit to pee.I asked, "What?"She said if a lady came in she would not freak out if I sat to pee. Oh no! I was in the girl's bathroom! I quickly went into a stall. Closed and locked the door and sat to pee! Man, did I pee! Oh, that was good. I flushed and came out and went over to the sink to wash my hands. Fran told me to hurry and I did, just in time! As we were leaving a lady. I gambled, not knowing if she had plans for the evening or not, and stayed in to see. I scoped out the fridge, seeing that, as usual, Wendy had a half-empty bottle of diet pepsi to finish...would this be a good place to put it? Or should I wait to see what happens if and when she comes home? If I put it in now, she definately wouldn't make plans for the night with anyone but me...I was just sprinkling some into the top of the bottle when I heard her car pull up. She was here. She entered the.