Her legs were long and slender and her feet and ankles were just as lovely as the rest of her. When we arrived at her place, there was her pretty lace...underwear lying on the floor. Looks like she had dropped them clean from a folded laundry pile she had rested on her sofa. They were just as beautifully silken as her skin.From where I was sitting on the sofa, i could see shadows of her breasts on the bathroom wall. I had wondered if Francine had deliberately left her bathroom door ajar, so I. "Sorry," I said taking my hand away, "I can stop if you-" No," he said grabbing my hand, "Uh...you can keep going if you want..." I smiled taking his covers off leaning down to his dick. It was about 5in maybe a little bit bigger. It was thick and had a weird smell to it...not a bad smell but definitely weird. I decided to step outside my comfort bubble and licked the tip of his dick. He shuddered putting his hand on my head. Slowly I took as much of his dick as I could down my throat going up. "Shit," I whined, going to the paper towel dispenser. "It seemed like Jadia was into me, but she sent me on this wild goose chase? Isn't that just a crock of shit?" I bitched, drying my hands.I got no answer, and then I threw the paper towel in the trash. "Well, at least no other ladies came in here," I said, prior to strolling back to the door.I grabbed onto the knob and attempted to open the door. "What the hell?" I fussed, pulling on it. "The door is locked, who the hell locked it? I'm the. “Tuesday, he called me to say he was back at his hotel, but he started badmouthing you so I told him that we were done, and I wouldn’t meet him again. He called back a little later to apologise and I forgave him but told him he was done for that night, and I would see him Wednesday. He said he would take me out to dinner by way of apology.”“So that call that came in when we were talking on Tuesday, that wasn’t your mom?”For the first time she had the decency to look guilty.“No, it wasn’t” she.