Nothing in her experience could ever have prepared her for the situationof having a beautiful woman on her knees in front of her, and thepleasure of a...warm, wet, gentle vacuum sucking on her tumescent member. She gasped as the motion hit every pleasure spot along the length of hershaft, never releasing pressure on the head. She looked down as Duncanbroke off."Do I look like you now?" he asked. She nodded. "No wonder you don'tlike doing this. Your mouth is too small," That's something that. Miss Wagner kept track of my progress and seemed to think I was doing reasonably well. Just as I finished loading the cart, Miss Wagner appeared in the doorway and said, "Well done, Mr. Marshall. It is lunch time so let us take a break."Being an air-headed know-it-all, I had not planned for lunch. I guess I thought I'd raid the fridge, huh? But she had thought about it and apparently assumed I would not make any plans.Miss Wagner produced a submarine sandwich that she'd had delivered and said,. “I said… Let the spell be ended!” Willow repeated. Kennedy, Annabelle and Dawn were standing beside her now as Xander almost flushed as the woman on top of him kept fucking away. “I don’t think Molly is under a spell, she’s just a slut,” Annabelle commented.“It’s true, she’s trash on legs,” Kennedy added. “How come she the one that gets to screw Xander?” Dawn complained. Willow just shrugged as she led the girls back to their rooms and commenting to Xander, “When you finish try to get some. Good bye Sharon."My night was a bust. Whatever it had been up to the point she had walked into the bar was totally gone. I was trying to figure out why she'd looked me up to tell me she was pregnant with another man's child. Why did she think I'd give a damn one way or the other about that?My last sight of Sharon was her standing under the streetlight, crying. I couldn't understand why she had looked me up. I just couldn't figure out anything when it came to her. Couldn't she see that we were.