It was hard, damn it was hard. She ran her tongue down the bottom of it, feeling little ridges of skin here and there, loving the feeling of it in her...mouth. This is why Hidden Brook liked it, she thought. Because it’s fun. Fun, and cool.Don finally made her stop, apologizing, saying that she turned him on so much he was going to cum if she didn’t stop. She pretended to pout.“Charity...” Don said, almost shyly. She raised her eyebrows. “Charity ... dearest ... can I taste you?”Oh, hell yeah.. Her hair was down and framed her face well. We left our jackets at the front and punched in and got to work. Starting later in the morning meant we were both awake and on our second coffee.The work went well. Putting some music on the store sound system we listened to some blues and jazz while we worked, breaking after a couple of hours, then again a couple hours after that and had lunch. We skipped the third break and finished up early. The entire day every time I looked around I caught. Very often my friend called her to our flat but was on date with other girl. We used to talk at those moments while she waited for my friend. Slowly but steadily we also developed a sense of friendship. Then it came to my knowledge that she belonged to a good rich family and worked as an assistant to a reputed fashion designer and my friend met her there some time back and spelled her magic on her.She was a polite and sweet girl and I thought she also began to like me. One day when she came to. A grade of 'B' was okay but he was struggling to get a 'C'. She thought she could help.Mrs. Thomas, Clara, took me out to the parking lot to show me her new Ford Expedition and how the back seats went down with a flick of a button. It made for a motel on wheels. Her ample breasts made her appear more attractive than she was and the Ford was a lot more comfortable than when I was in high school fucking my girlfriends in the back seat of a Camaro.There wasn't much time or need for foreplay. Clara.