Often it was simply staying in touch by phone call or text messages, but the three had quickly moved from ‘friendly acquaintances through business d...alings’ to ‘real friends that happened to also have business dealings’. The change seemed almost too subtle on the outside looking in, but listening in on comments made it very clear. Before, the women or Helen might call the other on some business or legal matter or question and then have a ‘oh, yeah, by the way …’ personal comment. Now, it seemed. She slowly opened her legs by instinct. I traced kisses and my tongue down her inner thighs, teasing her. I traced my tongue over the tips of her up and down her quivering folds as I gently stroked and caressed her thighs. She whimpered. I teased a single finger down her folds as my tongue lightly touched her clit, and then made slow deliberate circular motions with my tongue. Every time I sucked her clit and shook my head, she yelped. My cock was beginning to rise again, I was aroused seeing. I genuinely thought it'd tear through the cotton such was his excitement! He began to reach under my short summer skirt up my thighs and rub my pussy, but I pulled his hand sharply away. "Not yet", I gasped, breaking off our kiss. "I don't feel ready for that yet". I kissed him again, almost apologetic for exciting him. "There's something else I can do for you though". He looked confused."Has anyone given you a blow job before?" I asked. "No", he said. "Never." "Would you like me to?" I. He lines up his cock with her pussy, and he’s such a Good Man that he asks if she wants it. In her sluttiest voice, Clara begs for The Mystery Man to give her his thick, meaty cock. Enhance. Enhance. The head of his prick pushes slowly into her pussy, and Clara gasps. This is a new sensation. She knows she wants him, so badly. Human beings want to be noticed by those they notice, to be desired by those they desire. Finally, it was fully mutual. The Mystery Man was truly a Good Man again, now.