I told her about the deo bottles and leaned down to see beneath some cars.She was standing beside me I could clearly see her curvy thighs and a bit of... her toned tummy. She had a pierced belly button. I grabbed the deo bottle, Layer Wattagirl, completely complementing her. She smiled back and thanked me, she put the bottle in her bag.I offered her to carry the bags till her car so that she doesn’t drop anything again. She readily handed over them to me. She walked swinging her ass and I followed. As she looked up we stared for a moment locked in connection before she went into another pulsation volley onto my shaft. I moaned an felt myself cleanch several times wanting to cum but fighting it back. But as she looked up at me again, cock in mouth the corners of her lucious lips curled into a smile of enjoyement I normally saw from her. panicked and not knowing what to do half got out " JULIA I'M GONNA.......C..." I pushed her head slightly to the left and shot cum in one spurt past her. I was at Beth's runnin' a plane over the edge of a sticky door when she called up the stairs and asked me to come down n' look at somethin'. She was standin' out on the porch lookin' off to the west. When I stepped outside, she pointed and asked, "Does that look strange to you?"Well, it didn't look strange, it looked scary. It was solid dark gray above us but off to the southwest I could see some darker, ragged clouds that was rollin' around in a big spiral. I'd seen enough of them that I knew. Marissa has been making my coffee every day for six weeks. I remember when she started — not just because of her rare skill of mastering the machines with her first perfect cup, but because of that smile.Before Marissa arrived, my latte was always excellent, always served with efficiency, yet always with that strained smile she'd been forcing on her customers since 7am. June was a great barista and she ran a fantastic café, but she needed to remind herself how to be more sincere.Marissa changed.