You're talented at what you do; thus, you successfully brightened her life, were sensitive to her every need, and showed her one of the happiest times... she's ever had. There wasn't any sex this time around, unfortunately for you.But as you, even in your fatigue, pick up a valuable antique clock and gaze at its wooden shell and its porcelain face, your mind begins to wander. How nice it would be, you reflect, if this clock could simply go backward, and time could follow. The world was less. ” The voice says, and all of a sudden I remember. “We rode the bus together a long time ago.”My knees feel weak. Memories come rushing back. I don’t know what to say.“I hope you don’t mind me calling. I don’t know if you remember me. I’ve never forgotten you, but I was always too afraid to call.”“How… How did you get this number?”“I called the number that you gave me. I told your mother that I was a friend of yours from school. She gave me your cell number. I hope that’s ok.”“Of course it’s ok.. This time, when I reached that sweet love button my tongue gently caressed it, but not hard enough to start Rekha cumming. Her thigh muscles flexed and her legs rotated slightly out so her pussy was completely presented to my mouth. The humping became even stronger and a fresh burst of juice lubricated her love hole. I eagerly consumed this tasty treat.Rekha was moaning even louder, even panting, as I continued to thoroughly probe her inner pussy lips with my tongue. Besides her pussy humping. I know all the guys were looking at me and then probably wondering what I was doing with this big black man. As I ordered a coke, one of the truckers, another black guy around 55-60, came to our table and said he had seen the show on the highway and said that I was a pretty girl. I thanked him and said I hoped he liked it.The two of them started talking while I went to the girls restroom. I knew the eyes were all over me. A young sexily dressed girl wiggling my ass as I walked. I was.