I had no trouble fitting him in, but he had to work at it with me." He was about as long as me, but thicker. It took some practice to be able to do h...m, but I got the hang of it."All of this talk was starting to turn me on. I was going to have to take care of that little problem later. But I continued anyway. "We didn't come in each other's mouths - did you?" Not normally, we didn't like the taste of it. But if one of us got carried away once in a while, it was ok."I added that "My neighbor. “Okay, here goes. It’s going to be short and sweet.”Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree’s arm extend out from the closet and set the phone on the dresser. It sounded familiar but Bobby didn’t know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes… en pointe… with her arms in a circle high above her head, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and forth and around him in the small space. She wore ballet slippers and frilly panties, and nothing else except for the thin. My second load was just as big as the first and completely filled her pussy with shot after shot of my thick creamy cum. “Fuck yess!” I yelled. My coming must have triggered her to orgasm as she said, “Fuccccckk, I’m cummming again, fuck!” Our orgasms crashed together, the pleasure was like nothing I’ve ever felt before, like an indescribable new high, so powerful that I fell back into the bed with her on top me and we lay there covered in cum and sweat. I kissed her softly on the lips. “That. All over the shining picture, huge, fat letters had been hurled down with a magic marker: "THIS IS NOT ME!!!" they screamed.On the back of the photo was the address of the agency. It was the Dallas-based branch of a nationwide network. New York, I saw, and Vegas, Detroit, San Francisco. Even London. There were also some tiny italic lines describing her classy qualities as an escort for visiting businessmen. There was her degree and her business experience. She was "intelligent, witty and.