Yes. Oh yes. Fuck I’m there. Oh fuck. Jesus Jean don’t stop I’m still cuming.” Teresa slumped into the sofa, sodden with sweat from her cum, d...ips of perspiration running down between her breasts. Jean slowly withdrew her sopping mouth from Teresa’s wet cunt and just looked up endearingly at her new lover whose thighs were still wide apart. Saliva and moisture from Teresa coated her face and chin. She beamed in the glow of bringing off Teresa. “Come up beside me darling Jean I want to kiss you. She told me to take her to my hotel so she could have her way with her little whore, I didn't object. The ride back to the hotel seemed to take forever, when we got there, she sat on the bed and told me to get on my knees, I did and as she pulled her skirt up I began kissing and licking her feet all the way up to her cock, it wasn't hard when I got there, but when I took into my mouth it didn't take long and she grew to 8", it was cut and smelled like vanilla I was hypnotized, I was sucking her. Once again I was forced to look up into the rearview mirror as she stood there. Obviously she had no problem with me looking at her breasts as she stood there holding up the small hand towel. As I'd surmised in the beginning, they were neither too large, nor too small either. A nice good-sized handful, though I now did notice of course, her rather large dark-tan areolas, twin nipples that stood proudly up and off each, two hard little rocks capping each breast."Yep! That's them," I responded. She made excellent progress. By the first of July, she'd gotten rid of the sweats and felt comfortable in running shorts and a T-shirt. After another month, she was wearing lycra shorts and a jog bra top. Her body looked great, and her hair was growing out nicely. In another week, we'd get it cut, so it could grow out a little bit before the first show on Labor Day weekend.Plus, she'd turned out to be as pleasant as I'd remembered from when I was younger. We would chat over breakfast, and by.