It had been too hot in the tiny room to keep covered and now Billie-Ann could see clearly the long, bony shape of Lonnie's body glued close to hers. E...en though he was shorter, they fit well together. She looked down at the small, stiff cock in her hand and knew she had a perfect chance to learn lots more."Can I look at you... down there, Lonnie?" You mean my prick?" Uh-huh." I don't care. It feels good with you touching it." She heard his swallow. "Could you keep touching it?" Okay."Billie sat. Walking to her, I leant against a wall and flashed one of my most disarming smiles.‘Look, I have to go, Louis,' she said and abruptly ended her conversation.‘Oliver.’ She coolly extended her hand. ‘Good luck today… I have a feeling that you’re going to need it.'I smiled. ‘I doubt it. I think I have this case in the bag, so to speak. But, we can never say never, can we Carena?'She grimaced and flicked her hair across her shoulders. ‘I wish I had your confidence, Oliver,' she replied icily. ‘Then. "His name is Jason, he's 27 years old, he'd love to join us in our room, he says you're good looking, and he'll be glad to let you give him a blowjob if that's what it takes. Of course there's a catch!" Of course. So, what's the catch?" He was expecting a friend to join him here. The friend hasn't shown up yet, but he should be here any minute. Jason will explain the situation to his friend, and hopefully we can work something out." She hesitated a moment, then went on. "He said his friend. "You noticed that?" I asked a little shocked."Yes, although I tried not to. Or I tried to come up with a reasonablereason why you were doing it." She turned and moved into the store.I realized as I walked in that she had again taken me on the rollercoaster. Starting this conversation with acceptance and encouragement.Then she ended it, with what felt like the exact opposite, or at least aveiled put down on my interest in women's things. I always wondered ifmaybe it was my own insecurities.