I pressed my thighs together and my pussy felt wet. I was confused. I was convinced it must have been the sexy underwear which was making me feel odd.... asked the girl if I could try on the set and she took me into a plush, velvet lined changing room with an antique gold mirror. A burgundy chaise longue was pushed against the wall."I will have to lock the door" she said, in what I sensed was a Spanish accent. "In case a customer comes in". She disappeared as I stripped off my jeans and jumper,. And what about you! He asked her while sipping the tea. She told him about her but he denied. Let me show your hands to me. She forward her hand to him her soft and beautiful hand has been been shining in his hefty but dull color hand. He pressed softly and start telling her the things which he was reading in her palm. She told the things and she accepted ninety-nine percent of it. She wake up again and gave him the second cup of tea to him. He left her home after taking the tea. It has been so. Uhh...old were you...?" I could barely think now."Let's just say we were old enough to enjoy it, but not enough to know what it meant. Which, I guess is why it never got weird." With that, she settled in on my pussy, steadily working me with her mouth and fingers. I began to feel as if I was levitating."Ohhhh, Patriciaaa I'm gonna cum, I'm so close..." I said dreamily. She continued and in seconds the surge grew within me to the bursting point. I came laying on my back in her spare room, my. At this point I must have gone over our initial conversation a million times in my head. I had always relied heavily on my ability to judge people and determine if they were being completely honest with me. Aside from him trying to conceal his hands, which I caught onto instantly, I was unable to come up with any other portion of Harvey's story that I felt he might be lying about. That didn't stop me from being cautious.At my insistence, Dad hired one of the guys from the math lab to assist me.