There were too many skipping the seminars for drinking and leering.”Belinda grinned. “Steve makes a great and gallant protector; I seem to attract... drunken idiots. He has been able to handle them effortlessly. There is a regional VP with a splint on his right hand from when he tried to swing on Steve who wouldn’t allow the guy to paw me.”Ann looked me over. “I agree. He would make a good protector.” She smiled.The cocktail party was quiet. Belinda drew the usual number of appreciative stares but. ” “More than me?” Lucilla asked, the jealousy filtering through. “No,” I said, rolling to face her, but only seeing the back of her head, “just differently.” Lucilla didn’t answer me. She hunched her shoulders, pulled up the blanket, and curled herself away. I chewed on my lip, contemplating how I could tell her, how I could say what I was feeling. I’d spent my life being the shoulder Lucilla could cry on, and I felt like she owed me a moment on hers. “I hate what she made me.” I whispered to. His hands were firm and he knew how to kiss. He was making me wet. I had not had sex for a very long time and I was enjoying it too ( I had lost my virginity before this. That’s a story for another time). Plus the money was good.I was wearing a blouse and a skirt. Now I am a woman who has been bestowed by all the curves in the right places. The moment he removed my blouse and bra, he let out an “aah” sound, appreciating my boobs. He wasted no time and started sucking on them. I loved how his. As my tip of my tongue found her clit, she exploded in a massive orgasm, her fluids spraying from her pussy. I attempted to keep up with the flow trying to get every drop in my mouth but fell short. Her fluid sprayed from her with a force I had never experienced before. Trying to catch every drop, I had it going in my mouth, up my nose, and all over my face.Once done, I looked up at her and she had this look of horror on her face. "Shit!" I said, "I've got myself a squirter!" Truth be known,.