The TV people picked it up and ran it as well." Jesus, there must really be nothing happening around here, if I got that much press." I said."Okay, so...I guess you know my name," I said after taking a drink from my beer glass. What are yours." The waitress's son was Jamie and his friend was Bruce. "I am ashame to have to ask this, but what is your name honey," I said directly to the waitress."They call me Paris at work." She saw my curious look and went on. "I really want to go to Paris one. He’s going to destroy me. I really screwed up this time.”To his immense credit he just held me close and avoided saying anything. There was nothing he could say at that point that wouldn’t have rubbed my nose in what I did. I already knew how badly I screwed up our lives.We tried talking about normal things and avoiding the eight-hundred-pound gorilla in the room. But it seemed like there was only one thing happening in our lives now. We didn’t want to talk about it but we couldn’t seem to. “I’ve wanted to do something like that for a while now.” I replied, caressing her leg. “I just didn’t want you to freak out.” “Freak out? I’ve wanted you to try something all night! The last thing I was going to do it freak out. In fact, I want to return the favor.” With that Tara shifted her legs so that her feet were at my pussy. Knowing what she meant I reclined slightly as Tara’s slender toes came into contact with my overheated sex. One touch and the room went electric, and I felt my. I feel the hard muscles in his legs tighten, muscles quivering, grabbing the globes of his ass and digging my nails into the tender skin. Pulling close, sending his cock deep into my throat. I’m getting to him and it spurs me on. sucking him deeper as he attempts to remove the root from my grasp. He will finish as he started. He doesn't last long, his hot semen hits my tongue. I swallow, massaging every drop from his hard as steel cock.I fall back against the mattress, not hard enough to hurt.