I wanted to encourage him andhis gorgeous cock to come back. Without responding I took his fat cockhead in my mouth and stimulated it with my lips an... tongue. When hestarted to groan I slowly moved towards him, sliding his hardness intomy throat. He was gentle, which I like in a man - he let me control theblowjob rather than grabbing at my head and throat fucking me (which Idespise). For the next 25 minutes I did everything I knew how to makehim cum. I deep throated him, sucked his balls,. I wondered if I was making a mistake. I wondered if John might say “no.” I sure didn’t want or need another rejection.Settling into the car, I quickly fastened the seat belt. I slipped out of my heels as John settled into the driver’s seat. My dress was barely covering my coochie. I was horny as I could be and was pretty sure John knew it, but he didn’t let on. I locked in on his hands on the steering wheel. I wanted his hand on my leg, but I didn’t have the courage to make the move.Once we got. “Does that sound good to you?” “Don’t you want to do what we did at subway? Split two sandwiches?” she asks.“You just read my mind. What were you thinking?” I ask. “How does the chicken cordon bleu sound?” she asks. “Good to me!” We put in our orders and grab a seat at one of the tables. “How are things going at school, Zachary?” my mom asks. “Great, grades are fine, sports are going well, my friend Don and I got moved up to varsity for the playoffs and we made it to state finals in football.”. And my bus pass.”“Is that all they took?”“They left my photo ID.”“First order of business is to call your credit card companies.”Aja sat with her head bowed and her eyes closed. “Please slow down, Jason.”“I’m only going the limit.”“Please...”He lifted his foot from the accelerator and watched the speedometer needle drop about three miles an hour. “Better?”“Yes ... and no sudden stops.”“Are you all right?”“My head is swimming...”“Will you get carsick? The cure for that is to look out the window,.