My heart pounded as I looked into Beth’s eyes and tried to slow my breathing enough to talk to her. “You’ve gone all red again. Are you sure y...u are not ill, or something?” Beth asked in a concerned voice. “Urrr, I think I have a cold.” I replied. After a short while, Beth told me the reason for her visit. For the last few years she had been trying, without success, to get into the school orchestra for the Christmas concert. Both Beth and I were keen musicians, although only of average. As accident prone as she tended to be in heels, she honestly couldn’t think of what had possessed her to buy a white blouse, let alone wear one on a day that was this important. She had waited too long for this transfer from Georgia to mess it all up on the first day. She managed to find a decent parking spot in the parking deck, and she popped her trunk, desperately searching for another shirt she could wear. No luck. Alexia saw a woman approaching the car next to her, and she kept her head. Her robe falling to the floor, she sat on her bed her mouth bringing wet heat around my glans. One of my hands caressed her cheek feeling the expansion caused by my cock head and the other hand thumbed her nipples while her soft resilient tit flesh was cupped by my palm. She spit into her hand and rubbed my base before returning her mouth to the head and quickening the movement of her blow job.With a loud slurping sound she removed her mouth and it broadened to a smile as she gazed up at me,. I'm sure it is sheer enough to show your new lingerie.Also it looked short, short enough to show off those sexy stockings. Andyour caged dick. The cage that my keys fit. Plus, I think it would be aperfect match for that white ruffled apron. You know the one you hung upin the kitchen, for 'decoration'. Finding that in the kitchen, and yourpitiful attempt to convince me you bought it to give a certain look tothe place, is what made me look around until I found your girl box."I cringed at her.