’ Peter and Cynthia sat at the breakfast bar while Peter ate his meal. They discussed the events of the day before Peter retired to his study to con...inue the work that remained unfinished from the day at the office. With much protesting Rebecca was prised from the phone and Timothy from the TV. Both were sent to bed. CHAPTER EIGHT Cynthia’s Story I sat in the family room and half watched a movie that I had seen before at the cinema. I didn’t even notice or mind the numerous commercials that. Amanda saw right through my bullshit, and told me that I wasn’t the only one feeling out of place in Ottawa. I looked her in the eyes when she said that. Man, this chick was kind of deep. I guess my shock must have showed on my face, for Amanda smiled and playfully slapped my arm. I smiled when she did that. It was such a Caribbean thing to do. I was born in the island of Haiti, so I remember. Caribbean folks like to touch you while talking to you. Canadians don’t do that. All of a sudden, even. There's plenty of time for that I thought. I lifted my head and kissed along his square jaw line, he moved into me and kissed me passionately, hard and strong lips pressed against mine, bruising them with his love. We hadn't moved from the spot where we stood, not wanting to break this connection that was getting stronger for fear that it would not come back. I had made him a romantic dinner, which was now getting cold. I didn't care, this is where I wanted to be. We broke from our embrace and. The one thing that made her blowjob truly one of the best I have ever received was her eyes. The entire time she was going down on me she kept eye contact with me. Starring at me with her big green eyes. I don’t know why but there was something in her eyes that just made my infinitely more turned on then I already was. She kept a slow pace. Taking long strokes to get from head to base. After a few minutes of her constant pleasure I had to hold back my orgasm because as good as her blowjob was,.