. Her tongue under the flared tip.Moving her head up and down, trying to hook the top of her wide mouth around the top of the head of his cock – str...ining her jaw to open it just one more centimetre. The movement of her mouth, her lips and tongue against his flesh, appears to be pleasing to him because that tell-tale twitch is already visible on his shiny flank.She moves her fingertips up to the head of the cock and starts to actually push at the flared flesh, tucking it inside her lips, into. That feeling follows her throughout her day. The feeling washes over her when she is working. The feeling flushes her at the most inconvenient times; while shopping, talking to her mother, praying in church. Her mind goes back to that feeling, or better said, that feeling never leaves her. Another feeling follows that rush. That feeling is an inescapable need to please you. This started with Ashlynn a few days after we started fucking. By the end of the week, we were fucking for half the day.. You still looked a little freaked out. "What are you working on?" I asked, hoping getting you talking would calm you down. "Just some flyers," you said, voice returning to normal. "Do you... want to have a look?" I looked around quickly and took in the near desertedness of the store. This half alone was completely empty. Note to self, shop on Monday mornings. "Definitely" I answered, following behind as you shuffled off towards a few desks towards the back of the building. I was sure you could. She had taken an interest in me and I was quite proud that I had an older woman friend. It was a bit like school where girls seek out a girl from a higher form and jealously guard that friendship. I had a crush on an older girl in school before. I think its quite normal with young girls. I certainly admired Edith, as I said she was quit a lot older than me, probably in her late thirties or early forties (about the age I am now). I though everything about her was wonderful, so I felt quite.