?AhMichelle just the person I needed to see,? she seemed un-phased by thefact I was dressed on a weeknight. ?You?ve got a visitor downstairs.?She smil...d as helped me adjust my wig. ?It?s Ms. Johnson.? Mum paused.?She says it?s time you and her had a little chat.??Oh,? I chuckled. ?I?d forgotten that she wanted to have a word withme.? I slipped on a pair of flat court shoes. ?I wonder what she needsto speak to me about??Ms. Johnson was all smiles as we came into the dinning room. Mum wentto make. Help me!" So as a last resort you come to your old patsy Henry. Maybe you could make this more interesting by fucking someone in front of me!"But she just kept shaking. Eventually she'd have to stop, wouldn't she? Finally she tried to talk again, though she stopped every few words to pant."Henry. I know, I know you hate me. I did the most terrible thing to you. But I need help. Please help me. If you could just let me stay here a few nights. Just a few? Please, Henry. You can do anything you. You tell me not to swallow yet. You want to see my mouth full of my own cum. You tell me to swallow and back up and then you tell him to stand. You grab the base of his cock and force my head onto the tip."Suck him!" you command. I start sucking his cock, circling my tongue around the head, and then taking him all in my mouth. Loudly sucking and slurping, he starts to moan. You stick two fingers in your pussy to get them wet, and then push them up his ass. You tell him that before he cums, he. Third date coming up.’ ‘Third date already? Sounds serious.’ Melissa routinely teased her friend about his checkered social/romance resume: Michael Edward Deford, thirty-nine year old orthopedic surgeon, never married, drops women like a hot iron if he perceives any imperfections, aesthetic or otherwise. In truth, he didn’t think he was THAT picky, though Melissa thought otherwise. ‘It could be,’ he responded. ‘She’s got a beautiful pair of gastrocnemius muscles.’ ‘Great calves, you mean,’ she.