Ordinarily, this would be a pleasant way to get the day going except this particular visitor carried with her a red and white cane. I had seen blind p...ople with their canes before, so I knew instantly her situation."Yes, can I help you, miss?" Excuse me, but are you Jonathan Bidwell?" she asked."Yes, I am Jonathan Bidwell how can I help you?"Then she leaned forward a bit. "Pardon me for being so blunt, but are you the one they call Master Jonathan?" she asked softly."Come in," I said, taking. " Right hop up on here," she said, patting the couch, "and slip yourknickers down." She looked intently, and with her blue-gloved hands,picked something off the gusset. "Did you mean this?" she asked, and Isaw that it was the same, white, waxy-creamy substance that bothered me."Yep," I replied. "Yesterday at school I nipped in for a pee, and the looroll was gone, so I wiped myself with my hand - sorry, I did wash itafterwards - and I picked up a bit of that stuff. Is it an infection?" No," she. I was mesmerized by the pair of 34DD swinging back and forth. She had pulled her hair back some and given it a bit of a curl. I noticed she was wearing the same earrings she had worn when we went on our first “official” date. It was fun watching all the people check her out at the steakhouse. The waitress gushed over her kilt. She looked at Megan, “I should probably card you, but let’s just say I did. We just got a couple of cases of French Malbec, and I hear it goes well with the Filet. Can I. She followed it with a combination of a growl, a chuckle, and a moan. “Does my pussy feel good?”“Oh yeah,” I answered.Her hips rocked a little faster. “God, your cock feels incredible. Kent is going to feel like a limp pinky in my pussy the next time I fuck him.”“You’re so hot,” I said as I watched her in awe.“Mmm... Don’t get too excited. Hold onto that cum until you get me off. Please. You’re not getting close, are you?”Between the condom and the twinges of discomfort, I wasn’t feeling any.