’ ***** Two days later when Jenny arrived at the address Hannah gave her, the place didn’t look like what she expected. She had an image in her mi...d that it would sort of look like a spice shop you would see in an Arabian Night story. She expected spices and other odd dried things in baskets, panels of fabric hanging from the walls, and assorted glass bottles scattered about. In reality the place looked like it should belong at the mall. It was clean, white, orderly, and had the feel of a. He extended his tongue and took his first full taste of Katie's luscious pussy. The flat of his tongue swept between her widespread cunt lips and brought an involuntary gasp from her throat. Phil couldn't believe the taste of her. Her pussy lips were perfect as he traced them with his tongue. He leaned up and slowly sucked each lip and playfully biting them. He slowly sucked and licked her clit and felt Katie body tensing around him. He knew how to eat a pussy and wasn't going to leave any. I rubbed her clit and as I began to shoot my cum into her she also came. The only downer was that she was sobbing so. I kept her on top of me and in less than 20 minutes I was hard again and once again my hand went to Julie's clit. I began to french kiss her, and this time she responded. I don't know what it was, maybe she knew that the damage had been done by my dumping the cum in her earlier, but this time we had a really good fuck. And I timed myself, it took me nine minutes to cum this. Her own mind said that the situation was harmless so she relaxed. ‘If my apology is accepted shall we go?’ he asked, confidence back in place. Isabelle tried to remember agreeing to go somewhere with this stranger and the memory came. Of going to meet the council. Of feeling it was a reasonable though curious thing to do since only the very distant sound of a memory suggested any familiarity with who and what this council might be. ‘You okay there, Isabelle?’ Don, the barista who she’d become.