We had lunch. We watched movies. We talked philosophy huddled up under a blanket in his basement, with me shoving my frozen toe-sicles under his butt ...or warmth. We had a lot in common, and a lot of areas where we squabbled endlessly about the same silly subjects over and over. He would tease me, and I'd wiggle my frozen toes, turning his butt to ice as well.By accident, the way so many good things happen, something changed. It happened one particularly cold day when he was teasing me more. Both women are wearing white boiler suits and black bowler hats.This means something, some where, but my mind is indifferent. I watch the boy watching me as I pass by. His lips move but I can't hear what he says. He slips from my mind in a blur of slamming rythm and I find myself standing at a bar. It is bright orange, glowing like an amber river. My hands are placed on it and I am staring at the pulsing mouth of the woman on the other side. She is speaking to me, leaning forward. Her lips. Mickey’s knot finally stopped pushing in and out of what she imagined was her bruised pussy lips and began to move up her channel, swelling all the while. Morgan turned a little to move an arm, she swore she could feel her belly expanding with the knot. Her room light blinding her, she reached between her legs and patted her mound, it definitely protruded some before starbursts went off in her eye as the knot swelled to the size of a tennis ball and pushed on G-spot, grinding back in forth in. It was so warm, almost hot against my lips. I could taste my own sweet juices on his throbbing cock.I opened my mouth wider and allowed his silky smooth shaft to slide deep inside of me. Feeling it hit the back of my throat, I slowly slid it back out to its tip. My lips surrounded his tip. I sucked it wildly. I felt his body tremble. Daniel moaned again.His moan urged me on. I did so love knowing I was pleasing him.Over and over I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt his heart beating.