..why did it end?" She continued. (Damn this vixen's memory!) Searching through a drawer, I removed a handful of papers and sat beside my diminutive b...unette. "It's very difficult for me to talk about," as I handed her a typed piece of paper.Reading to herself, she said, "It was a dark and Stormy night...I don't understand." Oh, sorry, wrong paper. That is something Snoopy sent me for editing. Leaning to kiss her forehead, I continued: "Zoey committed suicide, and it took me a long time to get. “Oh, yes, that’s so good.” she cooed, pretending to jerk off the cock while it went in and out of my mouth.It seemed to go on for a long time but she finally pretended to cum in my mouth, mimicking the sounds of climax. She held it in to the back of my throat and shook it a little before pulling it out. She let it sag in front of my face like a limp dick and let out a satisfied sigh.“You’re sick.” I seethed, letting drool string down to the floor.“Sick?” she asked, “You mean like pissing on. Since this being my first serious job, I was into looking nice and dressing nice, but because of my small build and flat chest, I had difficulty finding clothes. Mostly, I wore tank tops under a loose fitting blouse, short skirts and heels. This way I felt sexy. I didn’t wear a bra much at all because I was so small (A cup), and they were hard to find that fit me right let alone looked good when I wore them. When I did find one it was embarrassing mostly from the children section of stores.. An electrician in the house and a mains failure as I soon established. I made some calls with the limited signal on my Nokia. So we started chatting, having lit two readily available oil lanterns, telling me she didn’t feel happy and content with Liam’s absence away at a market. I slowly turned discussion to how she looked very beautiful. At this she demurely glanced at my work shorts. I was sure she saw my erection.“I wish my girl friends were as lovely,” I said. She grinned widely.“You are.