Soon, the day for leaving the hospital had come. The new Ford Focus shehad purchased was waiting for her at the front door. Several of her formerstaff...offered to drive her to the suburban ranch house she had purchased,but she was adamant that she had to learn to do things for herself. Shehugged each of them goodbye, and was surprised to find her eyesbecoming teary. It was a beautiful spring Sunday morning; it seemed aperfect representation of rebirth and new beginnings.She didn't feel her heart. One of them had mentioned that the city she was in had a body-paint club. She didn’t understand what that was, and asked for clarification. Essentially, it would go as follows, people would go to the club nude, wearing only body paint, its design resembling clothing. There was often contests with prizes, for the most creative, or artistic approaches. He sent her links to photos to give her an example. At first she thought it was a joke but after finding the club’s website, it confirmed what she. No-one there. Moving backwards I freed his semi hard cock licked my lips. “Actually...” I bend over and licked it's head. “I had other plans for tonight....” Again I licked it, tasted his sweat, his own taste, pre-cum... “But....” This pause was longer, while I closed my lips around his cock and sucked gently. “I'm good at improvising...” He lay back, moaned and enjoyed my mouth and tongue. His cock grew in my moth. With one hand I massaged his balls, not caring now if anyone would see us.. He sat at a bench and wasfidgeting. It was like he knew there was something wrong, but couldn'tfigure out exactly what "wrong" was. I opened up a map, and put it on my passenger side seat. I pulled my carout and drove up next to him. "Excuse me, how do I get to Macintoshstreet?" I asked him. He gave me some direction, but I chose that streetbecause it wouldn't be easy to explain. I opened up the car door, "Couldyou show me, I have this map," I held up a red marker, "maybe you couldtrace the.