There were polaroids of the women from the table, their names and adresses written out. It struck med, that one of them was my teacher from the univer...ity. Seeing her naked had failed to remind me of her well-dressed appearance during lectures. To rip those clothes by force, standing on the knees in front of her, just breathing on her wet pussy must have been every second students secret dream. I felt my pants getting tight around my growing cock. I went to the WC, where I could unzip and let. "I raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Me sucking your dick..?" He was deafeningly silent. Another bad idea came into my head. Should I really propose what I was contemplating? He was my friend. But we both needed it. It was win-win. Wasn't it better that he use me than a random happy ending masseuse? "So, uh...I missed your birthday last week. How about I give you a special...present? Our little secret? No more blue balls for you." I can't, Lisa. Rebecca..."I unzipped his jeans and reached in. The. ” I blush, but I don’t doubt his assessment for a minute.He told me his thoughts. This coming Friday we would catch an early afternoon flight and be at the convention hotel by late afternoon. The convention includes people showing, selling products, providing services, and those attending to consider the options available in the industry. He wouldn’t say more about the industry, brushing the question aside with a, “Does it really matter?” No, it didn’t. There would be men, lots of men. . At 44 years, I would say, she looked very young for her age, the prettiest face I know and a curvy body structure, not lean but at the same time you wouldn’t find any unwanted fat anywhere; And of course her dense long black hair, reaching just below her perfectly round bottoms. It was not straight, but silky and wavy, she had two short bangs of hair on the sides, which she keeps secured with a hair clip all the times when at work. Even though Deepa has long hair, it was no match for her.