He pushed me to the see-through mirror and raised my hands over my head, clasped hand in hand.He moved his face all over the fleshy boobs. He finally ...ocked his mouth with my nipples and sucked them very long. His hands stopped my hands from coming down. I am moaning badly with huge breaths.He moved his mouth to my left boobs. He inserted two fingers inside my pussy and continued sucking the nipple. My body jerked backside. He was finger fucking me with his mouth sucking and biting my. She pulled away, and went right into her house. I left feeling a little confused. The hug had felt real and she wanted it and that seemed to me to give me a chance to continue. The next day we were supposed to work nights, and when I got to work, I realized that she had booked the night off. As I logged in to the computer, and started to check emails, one popped up from her. ‘Dear Mike: I am sorry I pulled away from you last night when you kissed me, but I didn’t feel it was the right time. I. Then she was to run at least one errand on Sunday, to a public place, with only a light-colored blouse and skirt, no underwear, bra or panties.Her note on Sunday night was very fun and erotic to read -- she described in detail how she bathed, "diddled herself," and then shaved all but a "nice little landing strip" on her pussy, leaving the lips "glossy smooth" as she put it. She explained how she'd been so horny that "the moisture glistened in the mirror" before she got dressed. How she put on. I didn't know how I knew, but I knew I was making my way towards to tillto enter their order. I shook my head and made a detour towards thebathroom.I closed to door behind me, quickly scanned the room to make sure no onewas there, and twisted the lock for some privacy.I almost cried when I looked in the mirror.It was me, but I was in the Bobby-Joe's waitress uniform, complete withpinstripes, hat, apron and plastic rocket nametag. It was my ownhandwriting on the nametag, with a heart over the.