Brittany grabbed his cock and started jerking it into her open mouth, pumping thick loads of spunk down her throat, before swallowing with a loud "Gul...!" "Thanks for breakfast Boss!" She smiled as she stood up, licking her lips and adjusting her skirt. Mr Jones had made it plain to Brittany that the dress code for her job would be 'Slutty and Revealing' which was more than okay with her. Today she was wearing a tight, low cut blouse and jacket, her big juicy tits almost popping out, a tiny,. . her 38C tits rubbing the fronts of my thighs. She left my cock with her mouth and started licking my balls. I could tell she was cock starved for years by how hungrily she went after my dick. Of course, I could tell I wasn't going to last long. "Mum... unless you want a faceful of cum, you had better slow down" I warned her. "Darling, that is exactly what I want" and with that her mouth was around my cock, sucking even harder than before. I felt my orgasm begin to build and my hips began to. She walked, or something that felt like walking to her, anyway; whatever she was walking on appeared to be solid, so she cautiously made her way forward.As she moved forward, her steps slid, giving Tonya the feeling that she was skating, her years of training letting her legs adapt to the slippery surface instantly. She found herself looking down to see if she was wearing skates, but was surprised to realize that she was barefoot; it was almost as if her feet were skates themselves!Tonya. Confiding in my parents felt like a tremendous release, my sexuality was not classified information anymore. I wanted to date again, registered on Guardian Soulmates, an online dating site in the UK, and almost immediately met an out-and-proud Hungarian, whose day job as a c***dcare professional made her altogether enchanting! It was fast-track love. We moved in soon after the exchange of I Love You-s, I’d cook chicken curry and masala omelets for her folks on trips to Budapest, and when I had.