I sipped coffee as she sipped her tea as we stood in the gallery of her apartment watching and rain pouring down. I called home and told my dad who ha... reached home by then and was waiting for my mom who was stuck too.I could hear the cloud rumbling and the rain getting heavier and the atmosphere brought with it a different sense of romance with it. I had not masturbated that week and was quite feeling inside me by then. She started by saying that she misses this rain and told me about the fun. She must have been 5-6 years older than me, though, and was tall enough to almost look me in the eye, as I mentioned before.She was dressed very similarly to me. We were both wearing overalls. Under the thick jacket, she had on a t-shirt that I think was white once. I had a khaki colored work-shirt because I found they stay presentable longer. We were both wearing work boots and had jackets.Overalls are an ideal clothing, because they can be worn even when they don’t fit. When you’re never sure. Then the real fun began, I rolled the cube along my tongue and held it against her clit with my mouth. She gave a little scream as the ice rested against her most sensitive area. After a few seconds of teasing, I sucked the ice back into my mouth and ran my tongue all over her again, making her moan loudly, then scream again as I pushed the ice against her. The strong sensation was quickly bringing her close to an orgasm, and the cube was vanishing quickly between the heat of my mouth and her. “Both.” Jan replied for him. “I'm both, aren't I?” Again, he stayed silent. “Pass me the stocking and shoes from the bag.” He reached in. “On second thoughts, just give me the bag!” she demanded. Walking past the bar on the way to the Ladies with shoes, stockings and suspender belt in her hand would have raised a few eyebrows. A woman carrying shopping in a bag wouldn't.Minutes later, she sat back down next to him and put the bag on the floor. He looked at her legs,and saw that she had the.