...A tap at the glass front door startled me. Angela was there, waving a Starbucks cup teasingly at me. I unlocked the door and let her in."Morning, l...vely. I hoped I would get here first. Here you go." She handed me the brown-sleeved cup.Smiling, I took the coffee and inwardly sighed for my tea. "Your about ten minutes late then. Don't worry it won't take me too long." Right. The blushing bride is going to be the tough one, right? She gets all the heavy henna. We silly bridesmaids get the. You made me feel veryfem, and that doesn't happen!"I regarded her. Her short hair looked better and better, bringing forthan urge to mess it up. And then came a pang of sadness: "Wendy, youcan't go back to the city, can you?"She shook her head. "No. They have the breakout on disc. If I showed myface in Paglia, I'd be in jail very quickly." I'm sorry, Wendy. I've cost you your freedom."She shrugged. "It will be difficult, but there are options. I can get aface change and move to Woolf or Stein.. I looked up and there were mirrors on the ceiling. He told me this was my lucky day. He only wanted to eat my pussy. He was not going to have sex with me and did not want me to give him head.Well I thought I died and went to heaven. I spread my legs and my new friend licked my bald pussy. His tongue was licking and exploring the folds to my pussy lips. He sucked and nibbled on my flimsy lips. He parted my pussy lips and began to tongue fuck me slowly at first and then much harder. He slid a. I then got to thinking of women in general and of Belle in particular and of those big tits. I must, I thought at the time, be getting desperate.None the less, I soon began to engorge and my stiff member, slapping against my sweating thighs, began to distract me. I stopped work, lay on my sleeping bag amid the gravel and pumped out a load of semen as I thought of what the woman might look like naked. Then, somewhat calmer, I continued working.The next morning I walked back to Belle's to return.