She was amazing looking and with no doubt the best looking girl I met during my college years.After establishing some rapport with Cassie and getting ...some definite signs of interest from her I tried asking her out, not even on a date just to meet me at a restaurant close to the school. Cassie sent me a few text messages saying she would go but changed her mind both times and I did not bother to ask a third time. She still came into the sandwich shop a few days a week and I figured what the. I walked up to her and made a gently cough.“Hmm...Hi!”She turned on the bar chair and some nice black nylon legs swung around with some black pumps on, and a black skirt. Under her jacket was a white silk shirt. Her hair was all black, and was long and straight. This elderly woman looked classy and sexy.“Hi. Ehmm...not what I expected you’d look like! Different than in your picture. I thought you be taller too. Hmm...”I looked down at the ground and felt a bit ashamed.“I didn't mean it like. "Milk that cock. Milk it good. I want you to drink every drop." It didn't take long for him to climax, shooting right into her mouth. Too much for her to swallow, the come seemed to go everywhere – ropelike spurts of jam shot onto her face and her breasts when she pulled away from that ferocious black gun. "Lick it, girl, lick it up." I was in shock as Jessie complied with Steve. She looked up at him for approval while her tongue swirled over his sticky shaft. Steve reached down and wiped. ‘Well, Julie, there is no card actually.’ His grin turned to a smile. Now she was more than curious, she was baffled. ‘Well, I’ll call Peter in the morning and ask him, so I can thank someone for their kindness. Its just beautiful.’ Saying this as she turned to take in the scent of the bouquet. ‘Julie, there is no card.’ This time he said it with a tone that meant he knew just what he was saying. ‘I don’t understand Nick, didn’t Peter give you a card from the sender?’ Questioning cautiously..