I had seenher eyes reflecting back at me as I glanced into the rearview mirror. Theothers? Still lost deep in thought and reflecting on events recentl... past.The box itself was one recycled from a supplier. I unfolded the flaps andlooked inside. On top was the bra I was promised. I lifted it out and lookedat the package still sealed and brand new. "COMFORT BRA" it read. I openedthe package and slid out the bra holding it in my hands. It felt very softand was stretchy. Light, airy and sheer with. She moaned with excitement and proceeded to shove my cock in her mouth. Swallowing it all, moaning and gagging on it as she forced it deeper her throat would allow. "I want you to cum more than you ever have before baby. All over" she said panting as she swallowed my cock whole again. I couldn't even utter a response. My cock was growing by the second and I was about to shoot all over her face. There I was, hammered from the booze, barely able to stand, with my knees ready to buckle as I. I knew exactly what she was doing: she was trying to use the friction to get herself off.Her hands gripped her thighs, and she gently rocked back and forth, paying attention to neither her books nor her notes. She kept looking over her shoulders to the stairs that I'd just climbed, then back down at her desk. Perhaps she was wondering if I was going to come back.Then I guess another thought struck her.She looked up at the balcony where I was leaning.Our gazes met.She jumped a little. Then. ”I followed him into his spacious kitchen, impressed with the design and noting it was sparkling clean. He noticed. “Bit of a neat freak, a legacy from my late wife. She was the most ordered person I ever knew, and it made an impression on me. I often wondered how she would have dealt with children, but she got sick before we were ready for them, and by then it was too late. I suspect they would have driven her to distraction at first, but then her will would have taken over and she would have.