This arouses him, but John doesn’t let on. He then looks into her face and sees big dark lips of a mouth and the most splendid pair of large almond ...haped eyes that hold brown pools of irises. They are ridged with long black lashes that transfix him to the core. She is breath taking, and he never noticed before until this moment. This wonderful moment when Kana is hoisted up in front of him like an artistic statue on display. John grabs his long whip, suddenly remembering his dominant. When he tried to find her phone number, he couldn’t find a number for a Wendy Peterson anywhere in Ohio, and now all he had were the memories of their month together and the painting she left him. He felt his despair returning. He tried writing poetry but nothing came. At his feet, he had a wastepaper basket filled with rolled up sheets of paper. He stopped going to the pool and his tan became pale skin. That fall, he gave notice that he was retiring from the university. He said he needed more. It was only in two or three inches, and I was sucking the best I could. He was positioned so that he could easily rub my pussy and clit, which kept me all worked up. He started going deeper into my mouth, then he grabbed my wrists and tucked my arms down beside my body so that I couldn’t control how much went into my mouth. From there, he started going deeper and deeper, literally fucking my face. He started hitting the back of my throat, which made me gag. I was slobbering and spit was. He wrapped his free arm around my middle and positioned his hand perfectly around my waist so when he flicked his thumb, it brushed tantalizingly over my sensitive nipples. I began jerking his cock enthusiastically, but had decided that I had to take the lead role. With a quick flick of my hips, the back of my skirt flew upwards and I guided his erection between my legs. At first, his big spongy helmet kept bumping into the back of my thighs, but rapidly rearranging my stance solved that.