” When he seemed to be finished, she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked it gently, swallowing what he’d pumped into her, a warm salty sp...ay that was as familiar to her as his touch or his smell. She cleaned him, pausing only to lick his balls now and then, which made him shudder. She knew that he had watched her the whole time: watching her mouth ta king him in never lost its heat and erotic fascination for him, he’d told her. She grew languid and reflective as she continued to lave. Even under the top itself the mauve silhouette of her nipples softly were on display.Looking down at her covered crotch Jennifer could make out the faint dense dark patch of her pubes. Sprouting around the gauzey white triangle were tiny tufts of black hairs. A few peeked above the top of her thong. Almost hidden by her thighs but lustily uncovered were the outer edges of her damp pussy lips, the narrow patches of soft skin that ran just along the dark lips. These perverse patches of slightly. So when I stood in there Ruth's shop and looked up at the mural of QueenNicotina offering me a cigar, I realized what I wanted in my life.I wanted to be a cigar smoker. I wanted to watch Janice smoke a cigar,and I wanted her to be my lover.Chapter Three: I Hatch a Plan"Did you have a good weekend, Janice?" I asked her when we were both onbreak the Monday after my first visit to Ruth's shop."It was okay," she said and took a sip of coffee."I smoked a cigar," I told her."You? You never smoke,". He was a cocky son of a bitch, but she guessed he had a right to be: God was he pretty! 6-foot-4 with long dark hair and male model good looks, he looked like he belonged in a boy-band. He had his pick of the girls for sure. And tonight he was all hers! With an impatient grunt, she sat up and went for his pants. He chuckled conceitedly as she fumbled his belt open and ripped at his fly. When his pants dropped, she almost laughed at the less than masculine thong underwear he wore, but.