But he was now very aware of the importance of image and the impressions it could make. So gone were the jeans, tee shirts and tennis shoes and in the...r place casual slacks, Polo pullovers or open collared collegiate style shirts and suede loafers. Gone also was the boyish close cropped haircut. In its place he had his hair styled longer, swept back and layered to promote the impression of his being older. Gone also were the heavy rimmed glasses, replaced by tinted contacts which gave his. He then re-stitched the edges to keep them from unraveling. He had just finished the last bit when he heard light footsteps coming up the stairs. The old wood creaked as the person did not attempt to hide that they were there. He waited but no knock or attempt was made to open his door. The steps continued down the hall and he heard the door to the room next to his open then close. He relaxed, hoping that nothing bad would come of this night. Not that he minded if Jessa did visit him, he just. I turned my head a little and glanced to the right of me to see what he was doing in this little mirror they had behind the sink. I saw him just standing there stairing at me pressing the buldge in his pants. Seeing that turned me on even more I started flexing my butt cheeks so my ass would jiggle. He then cleared his throat took a step towards me and he started tracing my back. Still watching him in the mirror I watched him fake losing his balance and that big buldge in his pants fall hardly. I worked the full length of her before moving down below her balls and towards her anus. She smiled at me and turned around to allow me a clear view of her tight little hole, a bright pink after the heat of the bath. My tongue began to work her, using the techniques I had learned from her earlier in the evening, gently blowing and the tip of my tongue exploring the full length of her crack, before I moved my tongue deep into her hole, she cried out with pleasure. After a while, I moved my.