She had no idea how fortunate she was, I mused.As pre-arranged, the two of us caught a city bus back to her house. Onthe way I got up the courage to a...k how the wedding was, and how thenewlyweds were doing. Megan became a little less animated, possiblybecause she knew it was a painful subject for me, and said the weddingwasn't too bad, and they were doing fine. That didn't sound to me like arousing endorsement, and I wisely changed the subject. The front dooropened as we came up the walk, and. Suddenly she remembered his name was Bob.He waved her over in a by now familiar manner and made her kneel before her. He dropped a single dollar bill between her legs.?I wouldn’t touch a cheap cumbag like you with a beanpole,? he said while he pulled out his cock. ?Keep your head in position.?He was going to jerk off on her! As if she was just a picture in a porn magazine!His hand flew over his cock just inches from her face and she suddenly longed to extend her tongue and touch that hard. I wanted to eat her up, taste that sweet shy half smile. Her courage. That single bronze eye, the jeweled eye patch where the other should be!There was more, of course. From her shoulders down the cosmeticians and tattoo artists had continued their work down the right half of her lovely body. A former dancer and soccer player she was strong and fit, lithe and female.No bra. She didn't need one. Her breasts weren't much larger than mine, young and firm. Her left boob was wonderfully soft and. She saw his eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as she started bobbing her head on his dick, and her still some-what cool fingers played with his balls.She started moving her head faster, slurping and sliding it over the head of his shaft as her small hands held the base of his dick. Soon she felt the cum building in his balls, and just before he could release, she quickly scooped up two spoonfuls of ice-cream and dumped them on his prick, using her hands to rub the coldness around his shaft..