”“Okay. But I need to go back into the restaurant...” Her voice trailed off.“Sure, I’ll be in the truck.”She looked uncertain. “You won�...�t leave?”Matt shook his head. “No.”Settling back in the seat, he spent the next few minutes checking his emails and searching for someplace nearby where she might be able to buy some clothes. He frowned, thinking about what kind of impression he might give if he showed up in Lodi with a woman made up and dressed like a hooker, especially one with a bruise on. It felt a little different but good. This went on for a little and I finally realized that there were 2 different mouths sucking my cock. One would take about half ,and the other would almost take it all. I had all kinds of thoughts about a girl and her man taking turns sucking my hard cock. I had never had a guy suck my cock, but if I was correct he was good at it. I figured there was no harm in it and it was really feeling good. I was not sure how much of this I could take before I blew my. His eyes had a brand new hope. I’ve never seen him smile this way. It was unforgettable. His braces actually showing this time; there was a certain glow to this smile and I was certain to make it my goal to make this moment last. I took his hand and opened the door into his house. It was dark and open. His parents were in Dallas for the weekend, leaving him and his brother alone. His brother, the party extraordinaire, was helping a buddy plan a huge party at their place tonight. I knew I didn’t. As I started to stand, I dropped a card out of my purse and had to turn around to get it. This time, I assumed a little more modest pose. Though I knew he would now get to look and see my nice firm tits straining inside my cleavage.I looked at him as I stood up and smiled at this young black man. I could see a bulge in the front of his pants and a smile on his face. Then I spotted a lingerie store just on the other side of the hall and then I decided to see how well he would play. I walked to.