Miriam leaned back in her chair. "Well, love . . ." Her voice trailed away, her face clouded. "What," I interjected, worried. "Is something ...wrong?" Her expression cleared. "Not a thing. I was just, ah, wondering what to call you." A name instantly leapt to mind. I thrust it away, merely nodded like I was thinking. She eyed me skeptically. "I saw that. What?" I couldn't make myself look at her. "Nothing. Just mulling over the possibilities." . First she unzipped a little zip that ran down the left side of the material. Next this now topless girl very demurely put her hands in under the waist band of that white skirt and pushed it from off her hips then down past her knees to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt then folded that neatly too before placing it on top of her white bra and white top.Now she was standing before Tom in nothing more than the skimpiest pair of panties imaginable. Of course they were white like everything. I carried on playing with it, feeling each and every inch of his manhood. My hand moved to his tightened ballsack, stroking it with my fingers. My pussy began to become moist as erotic images flooded my head. I pushed myself just that little further, kissing the head of his cock. I began moving, positioning myself with his cock in my face. I laid on my belly and began to kiss it some more. His cock pushed forwards, parting my jaws as it slipped into my mouth. My jeans and panties been tugged. "He was exciting himself. With an effort he drew back, extending mysuffering for an added quarter hour. Half hour. His cock was dripping.Balls pulled up tight. Hips twitching. He snarled something that soundedlike a curse but was unintelligible. Then it came, right into my face,jet after jet of hot white sauce. It got all over my features andinevitably slid down in thick trails. When it was over he stepped back.Told me to get up. Motioned me to go to the mirror, where I got a clearlook.