.."But she knew from my bright red face that it was. She took one more deep sniff of my cum then folded the paper towel in half and put it in her pock...t. "You don't mind if i keep this do you?" she asked.I shook my head no and threw on my jacket trying my best to avoid any eye contact with her. We left the dorm in awkward silence and walked to the subway where we caught the train to the museum. Somewhere along the ride we both started talking again and it was back to usual. We laughed and joked. .. up and down in and out of my mouth my tongue dancing around your cock, teasing the head each time i come up. you feel your juices building and you grab hold of my head and start bucking your hips up and down, now your fucking my mouth, shoving my head down all the way as you wrap your fingers into my hair..... your moans are getting louder and louder... take my cock you bitch.... you love it me fucking your mouth don't you, i can't answer since your cock is fucking my mouth. and your. Why did I come? She knew the answer before she asked the question. There was something differentabout Jason. Something special. The something she had to know about – correction – thatshe was about to find out about. An uncontrollable shiver went up her back.She opened the door. It wasn't a mansion, but it wasn't a hovel either. Occupying at least twofloors, the expanse of the foyer betrayed the fact that Jason Powell was afairly wealthy man. An ornate staircase as well as two corridors led. "Well all done Karen", he said as she examined it, bending this way and that till her massive tits were wobbling and bouncing for it was obvious that she was braless, something that he had observed the moment she spoke to him. Maybe it was the way she acted; maybe it was the way she smiled and was constantly at his side as he worked decided his next action. "Karen you have a fantastic set of tits, they are magnificent". She nearly collapsed on the spot for his statement took her by surprise for.