After few minutes of that hot blow job he guided me to the high chairs he had in the kitchen I sat on one of those he told me to lean over so my arms ...ere on the table and my butt was at the edge of the chair and it was just the perfect height because he was able take me from behind, when he slid his cock in my boypussy ohhhh goshhh I even heard that it made a weird sound I remember that, he even asked are you ok? I said yess I'm go ahead so he did fucked me good, deep and so good, I love so. As I reach to take my own glass you stop me with another firm lift of your open palm. Before I have a chance to translate my surprise and confusing into a coherent sentence, you tell me that I look nice. That you are pleased with how I have dressed. And you ask me to stand in front of you and let you look at me, after all this time. It’s not unreasonable, is it? Don’t we often ask friends to show off their outfit. That’s all it is. I bury the thought that you are speaking to me like a director. We switched seats so that I was closer to the window and she was next to the isle. Roselia positioned herself to look as if she was laying her head on my lap and threw the blanket over her and fixed it so nobody could see anything lower than the mid trunk of my body.Once I was comfortable with our “privacy barrier” I was able to relax a little. I looked down and Roselia smiled at me waiting for me to give the okay and began to slowly unzip my shorts trying not to make a sound. The slow. I would.“Is that a fact, Jack? Or should I call you ... Dave?” I heard a very seductive, very feminine voice speak in my ear.“Who are you?” I asked, quite nervously now.“Three guesses, and the first two don’t count, you silly, yet yummy guy. Very smart guy, though not aware that when you think such things, it triggers me the same way that saying ‘Lord Voldemort’ did in Harry Potter. Nice series of books, by the way. I definitely approve of them, and of witchcraft, you know. Just call me ....