Anyway the taxi turned up and so we all jump in.In the taxi Bob was chatting to a girl who we didn t really know but had been invited by someone else,...the look in her eyes i could tell she wanted to fuck him they were getting to know each other pretty quick.I was still very wet with the thoughts of the old man who was still staring at me from the other side of the mini bus.I got hold of Bob hand and ask him to feel my wet pussy just to take the edge off, i could feel the juices starting to run. “Your experience is definitely working in your favour.”“Thank you, Mr Morecock,” she gasped, but her mouth only came off me for an instant. Her lips became vicelike, holding just below the helmet as her tongue swirled all over the tip of my cock. Her hand was back, working hard.She looked up at me with big, smiling eyes and I stared at her cerise lips and smooth skin. I was pretty sure she was the one, but there was one final test. “Melanie, I’ll hire you on the spot if you demonstrate that you. You are the one that brought up me eating her pussy and you sucking your fingers after you masturbate, but not in your English class.”Embarrassed that she had over reacted and had confessed to masturbating she said, “Oh, okay I’ll invite her to come home with me tomorrow.”Once I had her on the defensive I asked, “Can I suck your fingers after you masturbate?”She looked at me sternly. I expected to get slapped again but instead she said, “Maybe, but you have to stop talking about masturbating in. I decided that one good turn deserved another and Megan seemed delighted to comply when I asked her to turn so I could eat her pussy. I didn't know what to do but had heard that girls responded differently although all seemed to like it slow. I learned quickly because Megan had no qualms about showing me with her fingers just what to do, never taking her mouth off my raging hard-on.Just before my balls started spurting cum into her mouth, Megan began shaking and moaning something.