She doesn’t need to be running to the phone if she’s heaving in the john.”“I know, Meddy. I miss you.”“Miss you, too, lover. Have fun in t...e windy city. Hey! Open a window; maybe you’ll get a blow job!” I groaned and we finally let each other get off the phone.When I finally got off the phone, Allison was standing next to the door tapping her foot. We’d changed into street clothes for the dinner tonight and I was expecting to just veg until then. She told me to grab my sports coat and get. Something to do.But my lack of social skills betrayed me, and soon I was hugging a walljust watching everyone else have fun.Then a girl actually approached me.She was dressed kinda like a mashup between a goth and a gypsy, with abrightly colored skirt offset by dark makeup and black painted nails, butshe smiled warmly enough at me that I relaxed a little and said hello.In response, she took one of my hands, and spoke into my ear, saying"Let's go for a walk". Then she began to pull me in the. The last time she looked back, I noticed she also made eye contact with that man, briefly. I could see clearly all these things without her knowing.Let me tell you about this man. He looked a villager, typically maybe in his forties, fat. He wore a soiled white shirt and white lungi, and a towel on his shoulder. He seemed to be traveling alone.After that eye contact, I could see him moving more close so that his face was almost near Ammi’s neck. I’m sure his dick was touching her ass. It was. It was like she was the living form of blow-job perfection. Jake thought he died. As she pulled back, he could feel himself popping out of her throat. She carefully licked around the base, trailing down toward his balls. She took a ball gently in her mouth and began to suck on it, while enclosing her small hand around him and pumping in rhythm to her sucking. She eventually let go of one ball and sucked the other into her mouth, gaining momentum. Jake’s grip became white-knuckled on the chair,.