“Hey. Why don’t you let me give you a lift to wherever you’re going and we can sort your car out at a less urgent time. I’m guessing at this t...me you need to get to work?” “Yeah. What about you though? I don’t want you to go to any special trouble and be late yourself.” “The joys of being a self employed entrepreneur! Come on, come with me and I’ll give you a lift in.” He turned on his heel and started walking towards a dark blue BMW Z4. “Very nice,” thought Lydia. Andrew opened the door for. Johnson, can i talk to you?" sure rebecca, have a seat, what is wrong?" well, i never had a daddy, and my mom doesnt care about me she is barely around becus she spends all her time with all these guys all the time. I am always alone and i just wish I could have someone be around and help me, I barely have enough to eat and my clothes are falling apart." "well rebecca, i am very sorry to hear that, I really am not sure how i can help you" my mommy always told me that if i wanted to get anywhere. She slid her mouth down his cock, taking all of him in, swallowing most of the champagne to make room. She moved back to the tip, licking in swirls on his now glistening erection, loving the mingled taste of Sir and champagne. She sucked hard at his crown, scraping slightly to Sir's appreciative moan. She reached over for her glass and took another mouthful of the cold fizzy liquid and repeated the process. She started to work up a sucking, stroking rhythm, gently squeezing Sir's balls and. I didn’t really think much of her. We talked sometimes. Hell, we only had one class together that year: English. We sat on different sides of the classroom. That year, the class was almost all segregated. I sat on the almost all-black side of the classroom and she sat on the all-Latin side of the classroom.I looked her up and down that year and noticed some things. She was busty, had a relatively attractive face, with pouty lips. Yet, we didn’t interact that much in high school unless we were.