There goes that churning in my stomach again. I get out of the car and walk to your door. Dressed in my suit I look like someone selling insurance or ...kitchens, in case any neighbours are watching us. The door opens before I can knock. Once inside we hug and laugh nervously again. The familiar smell of you filling my nostrils, as I breathe in your perfume. I can tell you have showered; your makeup is impeccable but subtle and your hair is made up to look like you have just got up with it like. She picked up thewhole butter pat from the table, and slid it up anddown her mound and slit. She oiled the whole area ofher sex. The butter melted on contact with her warmskin running down into the openings of her anus andcunt. Carefully molding the block of butter into along phallus, she opened the swollen lips of her sexwide and worked the butter slowly into the dribblingopening of her vagina. Leaving the butter jutting from her sex, she peeled alarge banana. Dipping it in melba sauce and. When my tongue reached her clit she let out a moan moving her hands through my hair.I looked up as my mouth started sucking on her she was looking directly into my eyes. I loved the way she had her hands on my ears never looking away from what I was doing.Her face even though having wrinkles seemed so pretty and her smile gave me a sign she was enjoying what I was doing. My hands spread her legs wider giving me more room for getting my face deeper into her pussy with my nose now rubbing her. Brandon was a junior at the local high school, and though he already had his driver's license, he actually preferred roller blading most of the time. He thought that driving a car couldn't give the degree of control and freedom that a good pair of blades could.As Brandon rushed towards the main doors of he mall, he sighed and forced himself to stop. Reluctantly he took off his roller blades and put them in his backpack, putting a pair of tennis shoes on instead. Brandon snorted, once again.