Ik sta op en ga voor de spiegel staan. Ik zie een goed opgemaakt en eenleuk, een beetje sexy gekleed grietje voor mij. Eigenlijk kan iknauwelijks beva...ten dat ik naar mijn spiegelbeeld kijk. De push-up BHstuwen mijn heuveltjes omhoog en het is net of ik behoorlijk ontwikkeldeborsten heb. Soms bekijk ik mijzelf vanuit de spiegel met foto=s vanCharlotte er bij. Het is opvallend hoeveel ik eigenlijk op Charlotte bengaan lijken. Natuurlijk komt dat ook wel door de make-up en de kleding,maar ook de. I can feel you place your hands on the back of my head. You hold me in place with slight pressure, your hips gyrating in front of my face as you use my mouth for your pleasure. Every now and then, you run your fingers through my hair and it gives me goose bumps all over. As my lips continue to work your shaft, I delight in feeling it swell even more inside my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around the head a few times. Then spend some minutes alternating between licking the underside of your cock. I place my other foot on the table and repeat the process. Im now only in a shirt, thin socks, and my skirt. Reaching back I slowly start to pull the zipper down. I turn around so you can see. Turning back around I let ago, I let the skirt slip down. My shirt only covering up to half of my stomach. I pull it up and over my head. I walk over, slowly kneeling and undo his pants. Pulling his cock out, I slide my mouth over it. Like I have for so many years. Slowly moving back and forth, taking. But then you got tired of his pretentiousness, so you tried out the geeks at MIT. When you decided they were even more boring than the men from Harvard, you tried out some of the girls on campus.”Shannon laughed loudly.“That’s surprisingly close. You got the order wrong, but yeah, that sounds like my last four years. Maybe you could get a job as a soothsayer.”“So which ones did you like best?”“Jake! Why would you ask such a thing?” Shannon said.“Besides being curious? Maybe I’m thinking about.