"What are you going to do?" I asked, unsure what to expect.She smiled. "Give you your first blow job. Show you what a woman does to a man." She placed...both palms on either side of my erection, still covered by my blue sleeping attire, then caressed up over my tummy to my chest and back down. Then she put one hand on my butt and played with my cock with the other one, feeling the outline. I'd never been touched there before. Except, earlier that evening when she passed by me in the game room and. Iwalked inside and the house was filled with a great aroma. She must havejust stepped out to grab something from the store. I could smellwhatever she had cooked coming from the kitchen and knew that she hadsomething planned. I ran upstairs to get dressed for her. I couldn't get my business clothes off fast enough and when I finallypulled down my pantyhose I noticed that there was a little stain fromwhere my cock leaked from all of the massaging my prostate got. Iimagined it was my pussy that. He half laughed.“Come on, Alyssa. You know me.”She looked at him. He was hard to look at but she didn't want to stop.“Okay,” she said. “I’ll just let Alice know.”“Great. I’ll see you outside.”*Kent’s car smelled like cigarettes and him. Alyssa sat in the passenger seat and he got in next to her and started the engine and pulled out into the traffic. Saturday night. The streets were busy, the sky blue and grey and black, making the world seem like something out of someone’s hazy imagination.“Did. So, with her two kinder, she boarded a train to Bern. Though bright countryside, she traveled, and places I know well. Geneva, Renens, Lausanne, Fribroug, and at last, past Flammtt, into Bern, the city of bears itself. In Bern, Elizabeth learned of the great chocolate festival that was to be held that very weekend in Obunsbach. Both Elizabeth herself, and her two loving little girls loved chocolate. Even the littlest one, not quite a year, enjoyed the taste of that candy. Little girls, I think,.