“I don’t want you to be like them.” That was strange in a way, but true. I was feeling protective, more than anything, and it was a warm feeling...“But I’m stupid and boring. And I probably won’t even be any good at it.” In her mind, then, it was sex. At some intuitive level, a way forward.“I’m not looking for you to be clever, or to be witty over dinner. I don’t want to photograph you. I just like you and you’re sexy.” As I said it I could feel her reacting against me.“But...”She looked up at. One chair was empty and she appeared to be daydreaming with a half finished drink in front of her. Even if I hadn't of recognized her right away I was immediately drew to her form fitting pink floral sundress that accented her luscious curves. The pink silken belt securely tied beneath her large breasts only further enhanced the image as they just begged to be appreciated.My mind went into overdrive as a million ideas ran through my mind about approaching her. As I stood there, for what seemed. I couldn’t help but respond as she tugged lightly, then she kissed my cheek lightly.“You’re a jealous minx, aren’t you…” I observed.She dropped to her knees and took my hard nine inches into her mouth, deep throating me. I could feel the head of my cock going down her talented throat as her tongue lovingly massaged the shaft. She sucked me just with her mouth, using her hands to squeeze her pink nipples and rub her breasts. The gagging noises she made only made me harder.As she felt me nearing. I looked her in the eye, through my glasses and hers and I asked her in a hushed tone if she was very ‘Literate.’ She smiled a funny smile and wrinkled her nose a bit and asked what I meant by that. I didn’t want to just ASK if she was the one who had shared herself with all her friends on Lit, but I had to know and didn’t want to wreck the moment if I was wrong, so I asked her if she preferred the beach in Ponte Vedra and St. Augustine and if she had ever enjoyed the voting booth display at.