She smiled and went to bedroom. suddenly she shouted and asked for help.i rushed inside and saw her completely nude . I asked her what happened. there...was a flying cockroach on her thigh i went there and thrown the cockroach away but my other hand was still on her thigh. there was sudden silence in room and environment changed completely.she kissed me on my lips . we exchanged saliva and i started kneading her boobs. suddenly i came to conscious and asked her what if my friend comes now.And i. I never knew why they called her Queen but didn't pickup that it was significant, just a fun name. One time I went to join in one of their conversations and said "Will the Queen like another drink?".. to which her girlfriends burst out laughing. Other times I recall them calling her "Queen of 22", but had thought they were referring to her age or something back then.So a couple of months ago I ran into one of her old friends, who she had since fallen out with. She asked me "how's the Queen?".. I took my prize and shuffled to the stairs, the elevator was too slow. I got to the bathroom and closed the swinging door.There was no lock, I selected the biggest of the stalls on the far end and went to work. Setting my books and purse down I scrambled to the soap dispenser. I slathered a big glob on a paper towel and wiped the toilet down thoroughly. I then took a second glob of soap, this one was for me! I promised my fan an anal fuck so I took the soap in my left hand and began rubbing my. I pull him out of my mouth and let my tongue slide behind him and around his balls. I suck them against my teeth and pretend to nibble at them. His groan tells me he won’t last much longer and I take him back into my mouth with the intent to empty him completely. Mark has other ideas. He reaches back and stops me from continuing with my plan. He pulls his thick cock from my mouth and I feel the wetness of us both as he drops to my chest. He lifts his weight from me then grabs me and turns me to.