Hi, Jess Stacey?, What do you want? Oh come on Jess hold the hostility, put the past behind us Ok, but what do you want?, even when we were friends yo... never called unless you wanted something Your right!, I called because I miss my friend, I want you to come over tonight so we can hang out like we use to I would like that, what time? Around 4pm that way we can play and you can stay for dinner Dinner? Dont worry my dad is getting us a nice 20 something meat-girl from hills Ohh in that case, Ill. So the tip was already visible. And it was dripping wet of pre-cum.She slowly moved her hand up and down, in between kissing the tip of my cock. She was teasing me. I loved it. Then as the rhythm was setting in, she slowly started putting my long cock inside her mouth. I saw slowly all of it was going into her soft mouth.She removed it and then again took the whole of it inside. Repeated this a few times. She even spat on it and made it even wetter. Now she was going faster. And I was on the. Then an open door miraculously appeared. My man got free tickets to Monday night football. I immediately thought of Byron. As soon as I could get on my phone I texted him and said, “How would you like to be the first man to have me in my own home?" He asked, “When?” I replied, “Monday.” He answered, “It’s on.” The next two days were filled with dirty texts about how he was going to ruin me and how good it’s going to be. He even told me to dress ready. Monday came and work was dragging on all. I waited outside the security gates for her to arrive from her long flight and almost didn’t recognize her. Peyton had grown taller by many inches, probably five-seven. Her straight, silky, bleach-blonde hair was radiant, kept loose over her shoulders, bangs cut and slightly curled over her forehead. Her skin had a slight tan, a light golden color on her forearms and face. She wore rounded glasses which rested on her thin nose, and it was really the freckles which dotted her cheeks which made.