Did I mention, look at Butch?”“Serious? Wouldn’t that be a long commute?”“We lived in the north part of the city, my office is in the south ...part. This might be more miles, but avoiding city traffic it is probably the same time.”“But my job is close to our house.”“Nikki, do you really want that now? Look, between my new promotion, the money from the estate and the money from selling our house, we won’t need your job if you’re not happy. Are you happy there?”She looks intently at him, “No! No, I. It was attached to a pair of glasses. I was ready. Sometime around four o'clock I called Cindy to get the address to the party.About seven o'clock I snuck out my window and headed for the party. Jim's house was about seven or eight blocks away. I was scared someone would see me and tell my mom, then again it was close to Halloween being the 26th. I got about three blocks from home when a car went by then stopped and backed up. It was the librarian mr. Edwards from school.Excuse me but do you. That was embarrassing."I like the looks of it. Once we get your cherries popped, I might have it tattooed there. Wouldn't that be nice; then you would always be a whore." She laughed as she walked away.I just stood there looking, hopping she would not put that there permanently. Then she said, "Come on whore your fans are waiting."I started walking with her to the house, but then she turned to go around the house to the back yard. Once we were around the house, I saw the whole first string. Only once. It was like she was trapped in the ocean, the waves washing over her dragging her down into oblivion. She closed her eyes, intent on letting him bring her to climax. He was teasing her, and she loved it. Her hands were never still on her breasts. She squeezed them, pinching the hard, little peaks. His tongue was tracing along her delicate pussy lips, and she could hear him moan softly, obviously enjoying the taste of her. Then he was pushing his tongue into her as deep as he could.