She smiled and opened her arms to give me a hug. As we hugged, I could feel her breasts pushing against my padding. She smelled so good. I had always ...ad a crush on Becky."Robin, you look great. Was this Lark's idea?" Well, kinda. I told her that I wanted to and she helped me."We all walked into the kitchen and sat down for breakfast. We talked about what we were doing today. We were trying to decide on a movie at the mall when mom came upstairs for a break.She stopped dead in her tracks when. That's a smell that summons up for me the type of location where I got my very first blow job.It was summer. 1983. It had been a steamy-jungle-of-a-summer that year, if memory serves me right. I'd been laid off from a job I'd had for a while, and to make an income so that I could pay my rent, and buy groceries, and gas for my car, I started painting peoples homes. I didn't mind doing that, except that summer the humidity was intense; but, I needed the money, so I just kept at it no matter. Mrs. O’Dell.”At 6pm a beautiful, medium height, redhead walked into the steakhouse and asked for Dr. Daumerville. The hostess took her to the doctors table.“How do you do doctor. My name is Mrs. Lynn O’Dell I spoke with your office this afternoon about meeting you for some information.”She shook his hand and sat down. He did not stand to greet her.“Mrs. O’Dell. Very nice to meet you. Would you like a drink?”“No thank you. I am not here socially. I have some serious questions.”“Very well, how. It was a band of black velvet about an inch wide, with an oval glittering diamond-like stone at the center of her throat. With her hair pinned up and falling teasingly along her neck, that glittering jewel in the choker, along with those shoulder-length gloves, made her look like the sexiest thing on earth, at least as far as Elliott was concerned. And it seemed Jamal felt the same.“Very nice. I definitely approve,” Jamal said as he peeled of his t-shirt and tossed it aside. He started to undo.