In a way she seemed surprised that he phoned her. She was pleasant to talk to and accepted his dinner invitation for Thursday night.When Pat asked her...asked her where she would like to dine she surprised him by saying, “Pat, you should know that I am a small town girl at heart and I don’t prefer dining at the fancy type restaurants. Because of that something simple would be fine with me.”“Would you like to have a thin crust pizza that is loaded with Italian sausage, cheese and mushrooms? I do. “Yes, yes I do.” I manage to groan. “More, please,” I moan again, louder, when a second finger is added. My hips bucking wildly against your face, your breathing hitched and desperate. You pull back and I whimper softly. “I’m not done sweetheart, not by a long shot.” I hiss as two fingers slide in to my sheath and you press upward, finding my g-spot, you massage and stroke until I’m writhing. “Goddamn it,” I growl, “I want you in me now!” “Not yet. I’m not through doing what I want to. We dated for 3 years. We met in college and we were inseparable. Then about two weeks ago he broke up with me. His excuse? He feels disconnected and needs to find himself. Isn't that what you do in college? Find yourself?He "found himself" by dating the new hot blonde intern, Tina. That was two days before he “lost himself”. I walked in on them in the break room having sex, and since then I have been too “sick” to work. I know eventually I will have to go back, but eventually doesn't have to be. I can feel there's a few millimeters left unsucked and I shove my head further down his shaft until my lips are completely wrapped around the base. I leave it deep down my throat for a couple seconds while I look up at him. He's staring down at me with a similar shocked expression I had when he first pulled his cock out just minutes ago. I can tell he's very close to blowing his load so I remove his massive cock from my throat and start sucking the first couple inches while stroking the rest. I.