I inhaled the licorice fumes of soy froth and darkroasted beans, and started to reminisce to myself about the times I hadspent at this cafe sipping th...s same fragrant froth, in the body of a veryunhappy and dysfunctional boy.As I flipped through 'In Style,' looking mostly at celebrity clothes andhair, I heard a shuffling of feet and the clatter of a chair next to me. Ilooked up to see my erstwhile barista asking, "Do you mind if I joinyou?" Actually, I do," I replied."I didn't you recognize. Five foot six, and maybe a buck sixty. His mousy brown hair curled tightly against his scalp, his hairline receding, and his little horn rimmed glasses. It all made for a perfect esthetic. No one would assume he was on his way to put cigarettes out on the skin of some young hooker who didn’t know what she was getting herself into.I flipped up the collar of my pea-coat and adjusted my Boston Spoon to ward off the cold a little better. And waited. Maybe fifteen minutes later a black Lexus pulled. The hem seemed very high, it barely covered her ass being a good five inches shorter. The neckline was also far more plunging than the previous dress. However her mood was strange, a mixture of arousal and just plain naughtiness. Erica looked in the mirror thoughtfully, "It's bold, it's showy, it's thin, instead of the seven buttons this one only has five but what the hell!" As Erica fiddled with the buttons she cursed as two popped off, the ones from the top and bottom. This wasn't getting any. She gagged a bit and released him for a moment, running her hand up over the head and back down again, lubricated with her saliva. "God, I still can't believe how big your cock is Steve," she said to him. "There sure as hell no way anyone would ever get all of this in their mouth, but I'm sure you don't mind that do you?"Steve indicated that with how good it felt to have her sucking on it, he'd take whatever he could get and sure as hell wouldn't complain. Julie resumed sucking on his cock,.