Normally I would have just quietly sighed and waited for her to get off the phone, but I was feeling kind of playful so I gave her pussy a few more ge...tle licks, half-expecting her to kick me or otherwise indicate ‘cut that out!’ Instead, she thrust her pussy firmly down on my face, and while she was talking with ‘her man’ I started to once again eat her in earnest. This was kind of fun, but nothing compared to what happened next: during the next pause in the conversation, while she was. She had a lot to keep up with, laundry, dishes, cleaning the carpets and the bedrooms. I paid her 40 a month to do my room for me once a week so she could have some spending money. This was my little way of showing that I cared because all to often my temper would get the better of me. I never got violent but oh I could get loud. When I reached my senior year in high school however I knew that mowing lawns was not what I wanted to do all of my life. So... I talked to the recruiter, passed my. ” She paused. “Did you ever see the movie, ‘The Graduate’?” “On TV, a long time ago.” “Well there is this line, that compares shaking hands with fucking.” I looked confused. “My point is . . . well how would you feel about shaking hands with . . u h . . Angelina Jolie? I only mean just shaking hands?” “Yeah, that would be really cool!” “Yes, and she’s a hot sexy babe, as well as a big star. Have you ever shaken hands with the minister after church?” “Yeah, I’ve shaken Pastor Roger's. “Teri was the last but she reported she got her period just in time.” She giggled a little. “God all three of us were on pins and needles the entire time.”My love wand was already erect inside my slacks. She pressed against it, purring. “God. I missed this so much. Tonight was the first chance I had to sneak away.”She looked up at me. I bent over, tasting her lips. She groaned, rubbing her flat belly against my rod. Her tongue played with mine. Her firm breasts pressed against me, nipples.