I finally set the beer down on top of the wad of cash on the countertop and slipped both of my hands into Anita's red hair, pushing my hips slightly t...ward her face.Whether this or the fact that my throbbing cock was beginning to swell clued her in to my impending orgasm, Anita moaned as she continued to suck my cock, drawing out the pleasure like no high school girl ever could have. When I thought I was on the verge of cumming, she managed to draw my orgasm out for another five minutes or so.. ”“High school?” she somehow laughed and sobbed at the same time. “HIGH SCHOOL? I’m over 50 years old, master. I would almost rather be sleeping in that Vegas dumpster again.”“You don’t mean that,” I said softly.She was quiet for a minute. “No, I don’t mean that. I’m grateful that you gave me a new lease on life. It’s just...”“I know,” I said, trying to keep her from going down that road yet again.“ ... I miss Amber. I miss being her, I miss getting to be more than one person,” she pouted.“You. " But Francesca...." She stopped me, "it is done and I ruled around here, so if you have a problem, suck it up and come and give a big kisss, I love you girl." She kissed in the lips and when a turned around she grabbed my butt, she has been like a patron to me all these years.Edith on the other hand was radiant seeing me so happy. "We are in trouble," she said. They had brought to Champagne upstairs, how many bottles, I can recall. It was my first night out with a real friend and was. “Not even Janice comes in here. It is my private sanctuary.”“I’m honored,” Roxanne replied, as she looked around. “Pretty cool.” She spied my leather couch and immediately asked, “What’s this for?”I smiled.“That’s the love couch,” I replied, proffering a pronounced wink. “Do you want to try it out?”Roxanne smiled.“You’d like that,” Roxanne sarcastically replied, crossing her arms across her chest.“It's up to you,” I replied. “You’re the one with the insatiable sexual urges.”‘I’m eighteen,”.