I hardly knew her, how could I know what she liked? Nervously flattening my fly-away brown hair with my hands, I got in my car and headed for the deli... I was forty-five minutes early and had three cups of coffee before she arrived. She sat down and gave me a nervous smile. We got through the orders well enough, but when the waitress left we had nothing to distract us from each other. ‘So what do you do for a living?’ I finally asked after five minutes of uncomfortable silence. ‘Well, until. I was also into cars and hoped to get one soon. I started hanging out at his place, learning about the cars and it turns out, him. He was a lot older than me, about 35 I think. Although I liked girls, there was something sexy about him that drew me to him. He was in a relationship with a woman, but it didn't seem to be going very well. I don't know if it was his wife or girlfriend, but I had heard him mention how he never got any sex.I spent a lot of time with him working on those cars, I spent. I reach out and grab a cheek in each hand and pull them apart before greedily running my tongue all over your asshole, leaving my saliva all over it while I push my tongue inside and roll it around inside your ass.I savour the musky taste of your asshole before my tongue snakes its ways down, flicking over your wet pussy, licking at your pussy lips, tasting your juices, slowly approaching your clit, all hard and ready to be sucked on.Finally, you feel my breath on you, my wet mouth moves ever. Being a dutiful daughter, I followed her lead and disdained underwear. I remember shopping for my first pair of pantyhose and how she had turned up her nose and declared that pantyhose were no fun at all.Buck met us in the foyer, where he had been playing his guitar while waiting for us. He looked horribly handsome in a charcoal grey suit, oxford shirt and silk tie. He doesn’t dress up often, but when he does, he looks wonderful. Delcy and I each took a hand and let him escort us to the car. By.