I had never let Steve cum in my mouth before, but in the heat of the moment I opened for Brad, just like I had with my pussy. I noticed the taste of b...lood and the sweetness of my juices first, a weird combination. But then his hot juice blasted deep to the back of my throat, tickling the roof of my mouth as I tasted the bitter saltiness of his cum. I made a sour face and was about to turn my head to swallow when Brad's hands rested on the sides of my face and held it still. "Oh yeah, cutie. Oh. "You kids got a permit for this little striptease?" Right here, officer." Grant fished a piece of paper out of his backpack and handed it to the policeman."Everything looks to be in order," the officer gave the form back to Grant and had a brief conversation with someone on his walkie-talkie. "I'll just stay here for a little while and make sure no one bothers you."A few minutes later an old lady walked up to him and started yelling at him."Why aren't you doing your job and arresting these. She always wore red lipstick and bit of mascara. One day she was wearing blouse that revealed her shoulders. You could notice her skin was like that of a 30 year old. For a woman her age, she was gorgeous. I even found her more attractive than the 20 year old girls near my age.One late afternoon, I ran into her in a hallway. No one was working in that area of the building at night. She tripped and almost fell, but I caught her. I asked her if she was alright. She said nothing. She stuttered and. “Yes, Jane, Hell is a very real place, and, no it’s not simply ‘spirit prison.’ I know that you don’t believe me, but I can provide proof or evidence of my claims pretty fast, I assure you,” I told the woman, much to her astonishment.“Wait, I didn’t tell you my name, did I? How did you know that? Who and what are you, sir?” Jane asked me, as my guise of an elderly man ceased to completely deceive her.“I know your name, Jane Ellen Wilson. Your full name, as you can see. You were born Jane Ellen.