Anyways, i sat at our normal table, ordered a pitcher of soda, and waited for her. I was having a bad day, stressed out....parents, job, normal 16 yea... old crap. Amy arrived shortly after, wearing the outfit she normally wears as a waitress. White shirt, black skirt, black hose, and these cute little shoes with a buckle strap that goes over the top. We ordered our food, made conversation. I started telling her how stressed out i was...and i guess she felt bad about my stress, because as i was. Even with all they fed and sheltered on a first come first serve basis, they turned away dozens more. Yet, no one was ever turned away hungry, even if they were only given water, some bread, and some fruit, an apple, banana, and/or orange. There was only so much physical room without violating the fire code. Many of those who were turned away slept in the alley behind the shelter or under the backdoor arch beneath the protection of the church next door. The roof of the building jutted out to. On five subsequent visits she taught me to make love to women in ways few of my contemporaries might never have understood.She sat beside me on the edge of the bed; the heat radiating from her body reflecting on me like warm sunlight. I was so nervous that my erection was having difficulty being realized, rising and falling in jerky, waggling motions, finally beating its way to questionable stiffness to the throbbing of my heart. I had only been naked in group showers in school with other boys. I took the head in my mouth and immediately liked it. The smell was odd yet pleasant and the feeling of my tongue on the head of his cock felt strangely satisfying. I first licked the head, than his shaft. After 3 minutes I put his cock further into my mouth. The only thing I saw was his delicious cock, his balls and his jeans. I soon started slurping and the man decided to go a little faster. He pushed my head in and out of him and when I closed my eyes out of shame, the man pulled out and.