The shop I deliver for is owned by another dirty old man, as we used to call him, when we came in to buy our Friday sweets ration, he would be down be...ind the glass counter as we walked in, the Sun shining behind us afforded him a perfect viewing through our thin cotton dresses, our long thighs silhouetted, and our panties, if worn, added spice and more, if discarded, we learned all those years back, 'That less was more', an unspoken 'Idiom', loosely translated, dont wear panties and I shall. . well ... maybe not ... but she was right.AllGood Orange is tasty ... it’s not Orange Crush. But, then again, nothing is. I used to die for Grape Crush. Until I almost did. That was an eye opener.“Melody, you are not immortal.”“Get out of the way, Surprise. I needa puke.” And I did.“Miss Two.”“Whyoncha materialize and keep me company?”“Am I stopping you?”“Seven is at the party.”“Go wow ‘em with that impossible red hair.”“You’ll be OK?”“I have my bo.”There was a shimmer and that red violet. We were so busy that we had no count on time.Then she entered my undies and started stroking my tool. I was full erect by that time and wanted to get a blow job. She first hesitated then agreed and gave the best blow job in the world. Umm the way she sucks cock is just not less than any porn star. I was squeezing and pinching her nips. She was getting more excited and I told her I’m about to cum. She increased the pace of the blow job and I cummed in her mouth. She surprised me by gulping. Had no idea what to say. Before he could say anything, the buzzer sounded and someone else came in. A middle-aged man in a raincoat and carrying a briefcase. He seemed a little startled to see me there, and started to look through the magazines. Every so often he’d glance over at me and I smiled back. The third time, after he’d looked me up and down, I winked at him. Where had that come from? When did I start winking at strangers in sex shops? I suppose it shouldn’t shock me so much, given what.