With that she began kissing me on my neck, my chest, and my stomach.I whispered, ?You don’t have to do that, Missy. I know you appreciate my carin..., but??Suddenly her lips were kissing their way up my limp penis, and, before I could say anything else, she had the head of my prong in her mouth, and her tongue was doing magnificent things to it. I had to stifle a moan. In all honesty, it had been months since I had had sexual contact of any kind, so it took almost no time for my flaccid penis. Your choice though." Yeah, I've been thinking about that, but it just begged me to do it I'll have to decide later"As I bent to wipe down the faucet area, I found myself pinned to the countertop."Now", she said, "about my dessert. Yours was cold and delicious but mine will be hot and wild."Her hands slid under my skirt and moved up over the cheeks of my ass before spreading me open so her thumbs could rub into my anus. She pushed me down even further over the countertop and bent to lick me. Shecouldn't find them anywhere, but laid over the chair was an outfit: a whiteminiskirt, white blouse, and white silk underpants..She'd go out in her towel. She didn?t care. This was anemergency. But there was some sort of lock over the door knob, a big orangehexagon that locked over the knob and just spun freely when she tried to turnit. She couldn't open the door.She ran back into the bedroom and picked up the phone. Dead. Justthen she heard the shower stop."I left some clothes for you on the. After a few more days of only the flower and card Amy decided to contact her mysterious flower person under the assumption that he was letting her set the pace by not pestering her with his email address. Amy finally relented and sent ti_amo_molto, who ever the heck that was an email. Over the next few weeks notes were occasionally exchanged. The conversation was light, the admirer didn’t press her at all in a sexual or romantic way. But also the flower person gave no information about himself,.