She ate as much as she could but it didn’t seem to be going anywhere, except maybe her height as she was 5’11. Her mother told her she could be a ...model, as did many other people, but her dad was all about education and luckily, she was a bit of a bookworm so she didn’t feel too put out by her father’s strict and overly protective way towards her academics. She was the only student in her school to achieve all A stars in her GCSEs and four As in her A-levels earning her a full scholarship to. ‘Hello?’ I asked into the white holding piece, impatiently, wanting to go back 2 sleep and dream of Sylar once more. ‘So how did it go last night?’ Christina’s light cheery voice answered and it just made me wonder if I just fell asleep after they left last night. ‘Umm . . .’ I started dumbly, as I sat up in bed and barely noted the twinge of pain in between my legs. ‘What? Did something go wrong? What happened! Tell me!!!’ She demanded urgently. I took a deep breath, that seemed to last. What was she thinking? All I had seen the past week was hotels, airports, taxis, and bookstores. Well, at least this was my last city and she had booked a suite at the Waldorf Astoria which was a nice touch. I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was climb into a hot bath with a large glass of Chardonnay. By the time I reached New York, the sun was long gone, the sky was smoky black, and the rain was coming down hard and it was so muggy you felt like you were in the jungle instead of New. Her stomach was flat with just a wee bit of paunch (which looks so good on women). She had a thick tuft of hair in the “V” between her legs, but I could see nice “butterfly” lips.I sat her on the bed and pushed her on her back. I spread her legs and exposed her muff. I parted the lips of her vagina and lowered my tongue into her juicy slit, licking her with lots of spittle. Her little clitoris was engorged and protruded from the top of her cunt. It got a lot of my oral attention. I could even.