Her licks were so light that it felt like whispers. I was already on edge after ravaging her delicious honey-pot, and her soft touches were driving m... crazy.After another minute, she could tell from the pulsing of my cock that I was on the verge of explosion. Out of nowhere, she slid my entire length into her mouth and throat. Jackie swallowed repeatedly, and those movements sent me into orgasmic bliss. I squirted everything I had down her welcoming throat before grabbing the counter to. Heartland Assurance was old school, opting for traditional land lines rather than the state-of-the-art ring finger (or in the case of weightier callers, pinky finger) phones. Devereaux pushed the speaker button on the base of the archaic desk phone. ‘Myron, it’s Devereaux,’ spat Armond. ‘So I gathered,’ replied Fleischmann, ‘what’s up?’ ‘I need a favor.’ Armond’s tone was less demanding than with Julia, more persuasive. Something about catching flies with sugar or vinegar drifted across. Theresa had been a bride once before. It was something I had learnedall about during our date where we discussed our baggage, the failedrelationships of our past that shaped those in the now. This time shewanted me to have the experience. "Besides, Jordan, it?ll be fun," shehad said with unhidden mirth.Now we were entering a bridal boutique. The shop was far larger than Iexpected. A trio of well-lit cubby holes created a divide in themiddle of the store, each tiny segmented space surrounded by. During the summer of that first full year I was fucking an average of 4 to 6 girls a month. Many of them over and over, while others only once or twice. I had made the decision fairly early on that every girl I managed to get home was someone I wanted to fuck forever, or as long as possible. Just not in a row or exclusively. If that meant that I got caught and lost one or two of them I was sad, but I always kept working away trying to score new girls to replace them with. For the most part.