Heather picked up her basket and started looking over the other bar patrons. "Sorry," she apologized. "I've got to work. If my regular customers don't...see me, they'll start buying from another girl." I understand," I said. "It was good to meet you, and it was fun talking to you." Me too," Heather nodded. "Don't lose the card," she reminded me."I won't," I replied. I watched her ass sway underneath her short skirt as she walked away, feeling my prick once more swell with arousal. I kept my eyes. Her mouth fell open slightly as she saw my full length for the first time. “Oh my god baby, you've grown into such a man” she grinned, as she took the cock firmly in her hand.She leaned in and licked the underneath of my cock, licking all the way up to the tip before using her salvia to wet the tip. She then rubbed the head of my cock against her tongue before swallowing the head whole. She worked the head with expert skill, if I thought Riley could suck cock I was wrong. I felt like my mom. She was most enamored of the professor and schemed to get him between her legs on an almost daily basis. Lately, she had been relying on keeping his attention by allowing him to supposedly tutor her daughter Dolly on the complex nature of French humor. The young girl was flattered by the attention and she flirted outrageously with the middle-aged man but Mrs. G. didn't care as long as the professor was still sitting on the sofa when Dolly finally skipped her way up to bed. It was usually right. Despite her terror, Sarah found the scene...obscenely erotic. She could feel her pussy moisten, and a single stream of her juice started a tantalizing journey down her inner thigh. She jumped as a woman's voice spoke out of the darkness."Welcome dear." Whose there?!? Who are you!??" Sarah called back, torn between the intense desire to flee and an even more intense desire to fuck. "I mean....what....are you..." she added breathlessly. The deep, sensual laugh returned, this time from the.