I went in.Once inside I felt immediately at home. I heard blues music coming out from behind the walls. I was in a trance and I did not want to leave....Can I help you?" A handsome black man asked at the front desk."No, I'm just looking." I answered dumbly."You ain't from around here, is you?" He asked."No sir. I'm just looking."I realized I was talking to James Bracken, the founder of VJ Records in 1950. This was the same record company that would be the first to sign the Beatles about a year. The old college friends - and mutual maids-of-honour - hadn’t spoken outside of email in years. But, with Cherie’s family staying at her sister’s nearby cottage for the first time, the mother of three couldn’t help but abandon an afternoon shopping trip - and a suddenly sick eldest daughter - and make an effort to see her former roommate. The car gave a sharp squeal as Cherie jerked it to the left - a rush of a adrenaline pushing through her chest as she felt it fighting to grip the concrete. ." He nodded. "She and Italk about it sometimes. But there doesn't seem to be an answer." Sure there is," he said. "We just haven't thought of it yet."She shrugged. There was a silence and she finally said, "Well, I'dbetter be going," and stood up."Please don't rush off," he said. "I really like being with you,talking to you, and I don't want this to end." I think I should go." She felt talked out."Please," he said. "Sit down. Just for a minute."She looked at him, considering, then sat back on. I take your bulbous head between my lips and swirl my tongue around the soft, squishy flesh. I flick my tongue along the sensitive spot on the underside of your dick where the head meets the shafts before slowly sliding my lips all the way down til you're completely in my mouth. I Bob my head a few times and swirl my tongue around your dick before you reach down and pull me up by my hair.You turn me around and push me up against the wall. You bunch my skirt up around my hips and rip my thong.