I bought the suit off the rack at Carla Zampatti in Sydney and had the skirt adjusted at a tailor in Oxford Street who is probably the only man in Syd...ey that would dare to cut a hem that short on woman's business suit. Of course he is used to the sort of clientele who make such requests.I button myself into a peach coloured, long-sleeved, satin blouse and tuck it into the waistband of my skirt and close the zipper. I adjust the waistband of my skirt, and adjust the hem down over my slip. The. I loved his words, “Yeah man, suck it” “You love that dick don’t you?” “Eat that cum” Yes! eat that cum! I loved those words the most of all. This was one of my favorite, early encounters with him. One that is burned into my memory and sealed my fate.I guess he had been with his girlfriend earlier that night, but for whatever reason, they got in a fight and he left. Frustatrated, horny and loaded up with cum, he called me and I rushed over.“I need my dick sucked” I could feel my knees weaken. In the two years I’d known her, I’d only ever seen her in her bathing suit. Today she was wearing faded jeans, a polo shirt, and some running shoes. If she hadn’t look so much like death warmed over, I’d have said she looked attractive. Today that would be lying. She just looked like shit. ‘Hey,’ I said, sitting down in a chair opposite her. ‘You don’t look so good.’ ‘You can tell?’ she said, in a weak attempt at humor. ‘Uh-huh.’ ‘Thanks for coming. I’m really sorry to call you like this, but. ” I slipped a finger in her vagina. She was more than ready. I positioned Charlie by the couch and had her lean forward, so her pussy would be more accessible. I slipped my cock to the edge of her pussy and worked it back and forth over hit clit. “Oh… my… fucking… gawd,” she cooed. I slipped the head of my cock into her vagina. She was definitely a virgin. I was in new territory. All my previous sexual partners had been experienced, in one way or another. I pushed against her hymen and she.