"She looked hesitant at me; "I really don't now."Standing before her with my hard-on swaying in front of me and pointing directly at her I teased her,..."Come on Mrs. G. All the girls have it, and after-wards you'll feel great. I promise." I'm not sure it's such a good idea," Carmen hesitated.I held out my hand, "We'll go to my parents bathroom. There is a big tub and I'll shave you. Do it for me, Mrs. G."I took her hand from the bed and tenderly pulled her up and slipped my arm around her trim. “Cleaner now,” she took her tongue and wiped the juice from my chin and neck and shirt and said. “Taste like pussy . . . yum.” She led me into the bedroom. There she laid out on the big bed, spread eagled, and ready. She looked golden across the white sheets. She spat on her hand and then rubbed her clit with the spittle. She looked up at me and smiled, and said, “That's tight. It's like I've never been fucked before.” She then stuck her finger into her mouth and waved me over. “Let me guess,. The bartender her is amixtologist. She had to study to get some programs nd pass a test beforeshe Chould work here. But she made it. A real score. She's planning onleaving nex t year, when she graduates...maybe you should seek that spot.I could put a good word for you. But, you'd have to learn garnishes. Idon't think you ever did more bar tending that popping a lid on a beerand maybe pouring from some decanter or bottle a few milliLiters to servesome customer. No creativity. No. She ran a hot steaming bath and poured a tablespoon full of her favourite aromatheraputic oil into the bath - the one to relax you. She then lit four scented candles and sunk beneath the scented water as she played a cassette of whale song. It was as corny as a field full of scarecrows but what the hell - it worked for her!An hour later found her standing in front of a mirror drying her hair and feeling like a huge rock had been lifted from her shoulders. Sure, there was still a medium sized.