Shemoaned loudly (in feigned pleasure) as she used her hand to eject thatfirst spurt (always the strongest as she had learned...) and used hermouth to...catch and swallow it. Four or five more spurts, each yielding alittle less cum but no less pleasure for the 'cummer', and it was almostfinished. Her fourth blow job of the morning.All that remained was to suck for a minute or two more to make sure therewas no residual drooling, and then to go wash her hands and repair hermakeup, in particular her. That led to my eyes having dark black eyeliner all around and nice emerald-coloured eyeshadow, a little purple smudge in the corners with yellowish highlights around my eyebrows and some dark red lipstick.I looked in the mirror and was pleased. I would’ve fucked myself, which is as it should be according to one of my life mottoes. I grabbed my handbag and got out, walking up to the entrance. The girl greeting me was smiling sweetly. She seemed very young, and not a prostitute herself, just. Both of us were looking at each other, thinking that someone would come for sure, but nothing happened. She pulled me towards her by my shirt and started kissing me again. This time her hands were in my hair and on my back, and I too was moving my hands on her back and her hair. Her hands started roaming all over my body. I was kissing her cheeks and her neck. Her hand reached for my dick, and at that exact moment I bit her ear lobe. She started rubbing me lightly over my pants. My hands were. She claims that she didnot know, and that she does not know how, and all that, but I am not thatstupid. I have been told by a doctor that whatever is inside me shouldnot have enough development to be anyone of us, that this should be awhole new and completely new person. I am not happy about this, but... ya,I am depressed, down, and feeling like shit. Doctor said that it wasnormal, that it was hormones and shit, but... I was done with raising kids,I mean three from my first marriage and one.