” I slid out from the alcove and and let myself be dragged after her by my hand. Her excitement was easily recognisable in her hurried steps. We sto...ped only once, when she admonished me to keep my other hand down at my waist. Which made my blouse flutter and allowed everyone an undisturbed look at my breasts. When we passed Lucy’s counter and I asked Helen to stop so I could fetch my jacket, the dykish girl appeared surprised. “Bunnie?” She asked. “Yes?” “You’re going home with her?” “Why?”. He looked towards the table and grabbed a slice of pizza, smiled and fed it to her. She burst out laughing and sat down on the couch. They stopped for the pizza break and sat looking through the new set on the camera.The rest of the hour was spent hanging out with her son the photographer in only her panties and heels, talking about being young and sexy in her photos... then about what it felt like to stand in ballet positions with two different males models on different sets pumping their. I ignored her tone. "First of all, I wanted to offer congratulations." For what?" Still a little sharp."The NASA thing." You congratulated me in December when I became a finalist. I went to Houston just before Christmas. I haven't heard anything yet."I grinned. "I have." You have?" Excitement had replaced the sharpness.I stood and bowed. "Miss Dubrey, may I be the first to congratulate you on placing fifth in the NASA Challenge."Her face fell. "Fifth?"I sat, took both her hands, and kissed her. He pulled me close. Put each of my breasts in his mouth and carefully examined both with his tongue. I almost lost it…wanting him inside me again. His tongue then trailed down to my clit, where he gently sucked and caressed his way inside of me. Undeniably, the best…never felt this way before. I almost got mad at how professional he was with his tongue, but I let it go. His hair was jet black and curly, with enough length for me to grab it and finger his curls while he ate my pussy.