I’m also painfully aware of how wet I am. I don’t just need new panties; I need new pants. My nipples are tight and hard, straining into my bra. B...ads of sweat roll down my breasts, and my chin is sticky. I can taste Becky in my mouth. I expect it to be stronger than before, but the taste is faded. It’s less sweet and less addictive. She doesn’t taste terribly different from June. “Oh, God,” I say and run my hand through my hair. On the desk is a box of tissues, and I take one and wipe my chin.. ‘My life is just so hard. My girlfriend dumped me and then I saw her favorite flower. Reminded me of this time she gave me a blow job. Now I’ll never have that again. Let me just go kill myself.’ Her voice changes back to normal and she makes a popping sound, ‘And just like that you have a New York Times’ Bestseller and winner of a fucking million awards.’ We laugh and commiserate about how difficult it is to be women writers. For a second, I’m not thinking about anything but the difficulty of. Donna just continued to slowly stroke me and did not stop until she had milked all the cum from my cock and balls. She reached into her suitcase and handed me another pair of black seamed nylon stockings. Donna told me to slide the nylon stockings up upon her legs, while she still insisted upon me keeping her cum soaked black stocking on my cock. When I had finished slipping the nylon stockings on her legs to her satisfaction she told me to put my pants on but leave the nylon stocking on my. Oh, also wanted to make sure you knew, the High is having a sale of artwork today.” She pointed across the courtyard towards the High Museum of Art. “It’s only open to ASO musicians, so you never know. Even you might find something that catches your eye. Wanna come with?”As artistically inclined as Mike was, he never has been big on paintings. Still, he knew Darcy was into art of all kinds, and as easy as she has always been to hang with, he knew better than to turn down that request. .