Her under garments were black and lacy, and even with a bra on, it was apparent that her breasts were round and full. At last he’d get to see them... She turned her head in his direction, and he meekly raised his hand in a timid wave. God, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she’s see him and wave back? Heads would turn then! But she didn’t. Oh well, maybe the lights were blinding her. Almost casually, the young girl ran her hands lightly over her hips and belly as if feeling a stirring sensation. My house was a modest two bedroom house or shack depending on how you looked at it. The spare room still contained unopened boxes three years after my divorce which meant one of us had to sleep on the couch. I decided I would sleep on the couch and told her so when she got out. She offered to sleep on the couch since she didn’t want to be an imposition. I wouldn’t hear any of it and after a bit of back and forth she reluctantly accepted. So far it had been an interesting day and I was sure. Jenny squeezed harder, her body stiffening. She cried out and I felt her orgasm roll through her body. She hung there for several seconds, then slowly relaxed. I took my hand from her pussy and slowly licked my fingers. “Someday, not today, not in a car, I am going to have to drink your juices directly from the source.” “More talk like that and you will have me humping your face right here!” she laughed. With that, again looking into my eyes, she reached for my zipper and slowly began to drag. It brought back some bittersweet memories. Over tea, I called Jennifer to see if she had thought any more about the choice for a photographer and some other details until it was time for me to see Mr. Green.The office looked just the same as it had 5 years ago when I first talked with Mr. Green. We were now on a first name basis so we chatted for a while until I finally came to the point for this visit."Henry, as you know, my daughter Jennifer is getting married in three weeks. We are almost.