"She then went back to work, licking the tip of his hardness, then drove it back down into her mouth, completely engulfing him and performing deep thr...oat as her hips ground into his mouth. Becca loved to suck cock, and she was determined to show this young stud how an older woman could give better blow jobs than girls his own age."Yes baby, yes, yes," Becca moaned, taking her mouth off his cock again, feeling herself ready to cum. "That's it, give me a good eating, Neil."Neil could feel his. There was something about her that … right from the beginning … attracted me to her. It’s one of those intangibles that I can’t describe. It’s just a feeling.’ ‘Did she ever tell you how she felt about you?’ Walter asked. ‘No … not in so many words. I thought we had something … but … it died before it ever developed. The new career popped up unexpectedly, and that put an end to whatever we might have had.’ ‘I’m sorry about that, Tory,’ Margaret said. ‘I was sure she had a crush on you. I was. If she knew her sister at all, she had a hunch she would not be there.Myrna was not anywhere in sight when the lion's cage came into view. And Joan stopped in her tracks."She's not here." Joan's voice was quiet and reserved."Is that Andy?" Amanda asked about the proud golden cat. She could see him prowling behind the bars. She heard him cough, then growl low and plaintively to Joan."Let's go," Joan said, unwilling to approach any closer to the lion. Amanda understood. There was no need to. He told me about this place when I told him I was moving out to Boston. I came here my first week, and usually stop by at least once or twice a month for the last few years." She grinned. "It's a nice place to take someone for good food, especially if I'm not trying to impress said person." Duly noted." I brought out an imaginary tape recorder out of my pocket, and started talking into my hand. "Sunday. Having early breakfast. Note to self: I'm not on Claire's try-to-impress list." Well, if.