"... ... I told you John, it's over ... ... ... No! We won't have one more fuck!" She hung up the phone and looked at me. "He's a loser." She sat down... on the coach, and placed her head agaisnt my chest. "So," I said. "What do you want to do?" "I dunno," A sexy smile creeped across her face. "I've been told I give pretty good blow jobs." Before I know it, shes rubbing my nuts, trying to get me hard. Almost instantly, I began to stiffen, and when I did, she carefully unzipped my zipper, and. Then I dropped to my knees to wipe all around her legs down to her feet while licking and sucking her leaking pussy as my manhood stirred again. I lapped up the sweet elixir mix hungrily. She shivered and pushed her fingers in my hair. 'Oh oh not so fast, I need to rest a bit. Go change the sheets first.' But I got up to give her a passionate kiss first, sharing a full mouthful of our elixir mix. She sucked in and swallowed everything. 'That's so tasty. Thank you for sharing our love.' Then I. Resuming, a second orgasm arrived just as his semen was bathing her cervix. She stayed upright and his hands found her breasts. "Not very big, are they? And if I lose weight they'll be even smaller."He chuckled. "Not worried. Besides, I know a way of making them bigger."She didn't say anything to that, but she did think. 'Bigger? Does he mean implants? Or ... does he want babies? I always wanted children, but Paulo... '"Come, lay beside me, Martina. We don't need to get up yet." We'll have a. "My name is Sharon Jameson," she said. She stopped, expecting me to do the courteous thing and identify myself in turn. I don't do courtesy."Give me your wallet," I said, holding out my hand. She hesitated, but she opened her nice leather handbag and pulled out the typical woman's wallet; a pound of leather, paper, coins, and every piece of plastic ever issued by every store, bank, and shop in town. I pulled out her cards and tossed them on the desk. They all backed up who she claimed to be. I.