You sigh, and straddle my torso, letting your pussy lower slowly over my eager face. I run my hands over your smooth ass as you again take my waiting...cock into your mouth. I read down to your pussy lips, already puffy with passion, and gently hold them apart. I can smell the intensity of your arousal. Slowly, teasingly, I run my tongue over your slit, tasting your sweet juices. You moan, involuntarily, as I lick your damp pussy from back to front and back again. Pulling your hood back with my. In late October I'd noticed that I hadn't seen Jordan for several days but I just put it down to schoolwork or something like that. I was a bit surprised though one evening when I got a call from Trish asking if she could come over to talk to me.When Trish arrived, she looked like she'd been run over with an emotional steamroller. I noticed that Jordan wasn't with her and wondered why. Once she was seated I asked if she wanted something to drink. "Coffee, a coke?" I asked."Can you get me. “Don’t call me that...” Came the soft, unassuming reply. Aella was surprised, she had expected that she would get the cold shoulder far longer than that.“I’m sorry?”“The White Death.” The boy repeated. “Don’t call me that. I hate it. I have a mother, and she gave me a name.”“Strange.” Aella mused to herself. “Most people I know would be proud to receive such dreadful nicknames because of their deeds in battle. Alright then, boy. Tell me, what should I call you?”Finally taking his pale blue eyes. They always laughed when I got embarassed at their kissing, and they made jokes about it. I laughed too. It was a good visit. Then came an instance when Auntie Mel had to run in to work. She was frantic, as she had agreed to chaperone a 3rd grade swim trip, but now she would have to miss. I told her to calm down, that I would chaperone the kids in her place. She showered me with thank-yous and rushed out. Then I realized that I had forgotten to ask what school The kids went to. Peter had his.