I followed the rhythm of her squirming hips, repeatedly driving my tongue in as deep as possible, and continued to suck all of the nectar that I could...get. Suddenly she began a different motion: a shuddering vibration that was as violent as it was wonderful. When her love juices came flooding out, they covered the lower half of my face, and soaked what little dry area her shorts had left. I then climbed back up to face her, and she began to gratefully lick her cum off of my face. After a few. It was an easy gig because going to work moving tables and chairs for a few hours indoors beats the hell out of trying to carry a piano down a spiral staircase in the hot sun.I arrived at the mansion and knocked. The lady of the house answered the door (a place that big and no staff, kind of funny) and I put on my charming self. She was in her early 30's, 5'7", very fit, brunette, skin freckled from the sun, terrific muscular legs and a really awesome rack. She was wearing a yellow tank top and. As I rubbed her shoulders and neck, one of the straps slipped off her shoulder and exposed her breast, her nipple hard and beckoning my lips. I leaned around and took her nipple in my mouth, pulling and teasing it and as I stepped away, the moistness on her nipple glistened in the light. I again walked in front of her and pulled her jeans down and off, her legs glistening with the coconut oil she had put on earlier. I pushed her legs apart, the thong between her closely trimmed hair, her lips. Several friends commented that it was nice to see I had finally come out of the daydream, friends who I nearly lost when I could not understand why they did not think Jayne was so wonderfully perfect..But I was heart broken, and left the job to get away from her, start again. A girl I had never even kissed had broken my heart.For months I could not get Jayne from my thoughts, thinking I was wrong about her, wanting to contact her until 6 months later at a leaving do for one of my old friends I.