. live here. Guest room, and I'll feed you, lend you any money you need for books and so on. Finish your course, graduate, and you'll have options. Ju...t one condition." You mean that? Live here free?" She looked at me in disbelief. "So ... what condition?" Give up the streets. Concentrate on your course." That's all?" Well ... I wouldn't mind some of your art work to hang on the wall." She was shaking her head, so I went on. "I have to work tonight, so you can stay here without fear I'll molest. ’ He knew me well enough. A choice between Sharon’s home cooking and microwaving whatever I had stocked up on the last monthly trip to the Costco seventy-five miles away was no choice at all. The number Les gave me started with ‘212’. Great, a city girl from New York. This was looking like a disaster already. I got passed through several operators before I got to the right desk. ‘Miss Erskine?’ The voice, a musical contralto, was decidedly cool. ‘This is MS Erskine. Who’s this?’ Maybe I. I was getting weak in the knees. I wanted to be fucked. He pushed me back on the bed, and kneeled between my legs. His mouth sucked my pussy lips and licked at my clit. I rocked my hips against his tongue. His fingers thrusting in time with the rhythm I had created. I laid back and enjoyed the sensations running through my body. I could feel the much needed orgasm racing towards the finish line. He stood in front of me as I sat up and eagerly took his wet cock into my mouth. I could taste my. “How do you hide it?” I asked. “I mean, when you wear tight jeans and skirts?” She laughed, “Very carefully.” She slid her legs apart a few inches and reached down to her groin. She stretched the soft flesh down toward her toes and then pushed it underneath her, seating her flaccid cock between the globes of her buttocks. I could feel that her testies were separated to each side of her shaft and could imagine that they look would look like her labia, when she had panties on. “I use body tape.