I could sense some strain from Jennifer from the moment she greeted me in the car. Her mom took us to Frisch’s. We weren’t sure what we were going... to do afterwards, so we said we’d call her if we decided we wanted to go to one of our houses.We sat in a booth and I asked her what was bothering her.“I think I may have ruined our friendship,” she said quietly.“What?! How?”“By making love with you. I think I ruined it. Before then, everything was easy. Before then, everything was good. Yes, I. " He smiled at me and reached out to stroke my hair and shoulder, closing his fist around a handful of hair pulling me toward him, "It was a nice story, but I still don't know what you've got." He reached down with his other hand and opened his pants letting his hard cock spring up into my face. He grabbed it and rubbed it against my lips and cheeks. "Open your pretty little mouth, whore." I eagerly opened my lips and darted my tongue out to lick the head of his hard cock, pressing the. He’s not wearing boxers, and a shiver races through me despite the heat. His cock, which I know to be long and thick, hangs heavily, tenting the cotton khaki of his shorts. I lick my lips. “How are you today?” he asks, stepping into my personal space. I look past him. His truck is the only car in the driveway next door. “Fine. My kids are napping. I just put them down.” His full mouth curves seductively at the words he’d wanted to hear. He comes closer, his powerful athlete’s body rippling. "I'm going to put on shorts and not much else."I followed, heading to my own room. I slipped into Jeans, a cool cotton top, and my new boots, feeling official. I pulled my hair back in a pony tail and added a touch of eye makeup. No sooner had I done that when Cleo was calling that a delivery was here.Sure enough, a delivery man was dropping off the new order, things I'd forgotten. I had him place them in the office and he left. It was a great way to get into the grove this morning. The phone.