" He pointed and asked, "That's a Celtic cross, isn't it?"She realized that she was absently toying with her necklace and let go of it to grab her cof...ee again. "Yes. My mother gave it to me." It looks good on you. My sister got big into that. Celtic lore, Druidism, Wicca - stuff like that. She talked about it so much that I ended up doing a paper on it in high school."Melinda's heart leapt in her chest, but she was wise enough not to let it overwhelm her. "So, you weren't worried she was. It's a little out of my way . Also, it has a limited amount of items that I usually need...it isn't bondage or S&M centric as my regular store. While a small shop, it carries a lot of general sex gear...there just isn't a large section of wall space devoted to, let's say, gags. Still, I was in the area and decided to stop in.I like the cave-like feel to the store. With a small back room that made you wonder if you could be locked up in there overnight if you tried to shoplift. I gravitated. I needed to cum, but some edging was good. It would make the ending sweeter. My fingers danced and played from place to place.Just as I’d decided enough was enough, time to finish, there was another disturbance in the water below me. I flipped, looking and feeling below me—nothing. Had all my thoughts affected my nerves? There was no one here but me.The distraction had broken my focus. No more imminent orgasm. I let myself go vertical, treading water to just keep my head above the surface as. She finally got to deep throat me wholly. It was amazing of her. This time around her pussy produced a thicker cum from both holes. I kept lapping away those creamy nectars. 2 fingers in her ass and a tongue in her bald and slightly dark pussy. She was in ecstasy. Actually me too.As her sexual desire has blown through the roof, she then stood up and this time she lowered herself onto my fully erected shaft but i stopped her. She asked "why?". I said "condom?" She shook her head and i was.