She looked up at me with her eyes glossed over. She wrapped her tiny hand around my cock and slid the head into her mouth. I had to cover my Mouth as ... gasped for air. I couldn’t handle it and pulled away from her. She looked at me with her big hazel eyes, she didn’t say a word. I dropped to me knees and put my cock against her pussy. I watched her grasp the couch as I slowly push my way into her tight little box, she covered her mouth again and Looked me in the eyes I saw a tear slide down her. Too calculating. I am a true Scorpio. Instead I think of myself as having an advantage over him because of what I have seen. I know something that he is trying to keep from me. Climbing into the driver’s seat of my car, my mind is flooded with little inconsistencies in his behaviour lately. Little mood changes, moving a little too fast to the cell when he receives a text, things like that. As I start the car I am aware that over the next few hours lots of little realisations will occur to me. My boobs are 34B and quite perky so I don’t need any support and I find it more comfortable without a bra. I love that ‘take two’ moment when a guy first realises that I might not be wearing a bra and then the process by which he tries to work out whether I am or I am not. They can’t help themselves. Trying, but failing, not to stare. Trying to maintain eye contact whilst speaking to me but constantly glancing down at my chest. Trying to manoeuvre into a position where he can see down my top.. . something THAT big is not a porthole.He spit a huge stream of broadleaf tobacco juice out on the river and sang, "Jag ser din outfit som du är från Finland, (I see by your outfit that you are from Finland)," in Swedish ... he sang it.Another huge gob hit the water. "Oletko eksynyt? (Are you lost?)" That in Finn."Vain yrittää löytää turvalliseen satamaan, joten en saa ajaa alas tupakan märehtiä hinaajan kuljettajia." ("Just trying to find a safe harbor so I don't get run down by tobacco.