Her hair and make up were both elegant, neither overdone nor understated. And he had to find out what that perfume was, she smelt heavenly."Uh... no p...oblem," he said. He couldn't figure out why all of a sudden he couldn't talk."It's just that I have had enough of my former line of work, and feel I need a change." she said as she sat and crossed her legs.Thinking how he can't believe how bad this interview has started off; Bart tried to regain control, though it was obvious that this young lady. “He is one hell of a kisser!” “What else happened, did he cop a feel? Make any arrangements?” “No arrangements, no.” “But he copped a feel. Tell me about that.” I slowly rubbed my cock through the front of my jeans…she saw the movement and watched my hand. Finally she looked me in the eyes. “He grabbed my ass, groped my boobs.” “Anything else? Did you touch him?” She thought for a moment – I’m sure she didn’t want to tell me too much for fear of pissing me off. She gets points though, for being. I told him that although it is not as good as the real thing it helps. He wanted to know what it would help. I told him it would help to make me cum and relieve my sexual frustration. I could see the question form on his face. He next wanted to know what cumming was. I told him it mean having an orgasm. He said he did not know what that was either. My guess was he had never had one or he would have known what it was.I told Matt to sit down on the couch as I needed to talk to him. I felt it was. The noises of the wind and bird calls competed with the noises of their coupling. Their volume rose as their heat built. Spence was panting, getting closer to his summit on the summit. Joan was breathing deeper. She sensed Spence’s impending eruption and twisted her head back, imploring his kiss. He leaned in and their lips locked. He gave a muffled growl, Joan moaned into his mouth and Spence poured his solar offering into Joan’s alter. It was precisely 1:22 PM, Summer Solstice. Joan stayed.