I tied to slow her down but she said she just wanted to see how it felt to do that and what reaction she could expect from her boyfriend. As she stro...ed me I took another gulp of cherry vodka and extended the bottle to her. She stopped to take a drink and I was very relieved. She asked me about blow jobs and again I explained to her the technique. She then asked me what to do when the guy came. I said you have two choices. Spit, or swallow or warn him that if he feels himself cumming he. She had been thinking of me. It was something simple, and lovely, and for me.What can you say? What can you do? She looked down shyly when she was done. She wasn't sure about showing off. I wanted to pick her up and whirl her around until I could run off with her someplace. Instead I told her it was the nicest thing I could remember anyone ever doing for me. Nothing cool came for me to say.How did I ruin it?It wasn't that she found I had set up her audition with Robb."What makes you think. I saw myself in the mirror again. I had my mother’s beautiful white nylon stockings on with a shine in them, with the backseam in pink with a lace pink top that was suspended to the pink laced corset with garter belt on them. They had 2 straps in front and 2 in the back, and on top those, the pink see-thru panties my mother also used that night. I even had some pink high heels on. I still couldn't see Flora anywhere. Then the IPad lit up and I saw a Skype call come in. It said ‘Queen Karen’. My. Theaters. Restaurants. Grocery stores. Museums. Even the opera down at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion that I only attended under protest to please my wife. Well, ex-wife. Damn. I’d actually grown rather fond of ‘Nessun dorma.’I picked up my water bottle (lots of bottled waters left at every 7-11 store) and took a swig.Initially I had been hitting the liquor stores and drinking up the really expensive stuff. You know you can get a really bad hangover, even from some of the best single malt.