I unfolded the paper and realized that her house was only a 5 minute walk from mine. Still with a sense of urgency, I showered, put on extra deodorant...(just in case), and got dressed. I was wearing silk underwear (oh yeah, that’s how I roll) cargo shorts over them, a black Quiksilver t-shirt with a white undershirt under it, and black athletic ankle socks and tennis shoes. I was looking pretty straight if I do say so myself. I then put on some of my Hugo Boss cologne, shaved and was ready to. There is something I’ve got to do first.” Weylie looked out the café window and he was still standing there, gulping down Gatorade. Weylie let out a long, relaxing breath before skipping across the street and up to the guy. He looked up from digging in his tool box and a grin appeared on his face as he got a look at Weylie. He stood up and brushed his hands off onto his ripped up Levis. “Oh hi, I’m Weylie,” she said smiling, “I was just across the street eating breakfast and thought I’d come. .."I spoke without engaging my brain first. "Sandie?"That smile lit up her face. "Might I come in?"I stepped back in unspoken invitation and closed the door after her.We looked at each other."I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean..." How are you?" her voice was serious; her interruption wasn't just a polite nothing."Honestly? I don't really know. But I'm taking it one breath at a time. Have you come for your script?" Yes and no," she said, "mainly I came because I wanted to see you."I couldn't. Her dark hair fell wetly down her back as she settled to her knees. The she looked up at me and said “I know I don’t do this often, though I should do it much more because I really kind of like it. You fuck my mouth as you want and you can empty those full balls anywhere you want. Cum in my mouth, baby, or spray it all over my face. Darling, I love you. This is all for you, so fuck my mouth like you mean it!”With that she took the head of my cock in her mouth and contrary to her usual way.