She was wearing one of the company shirts, it WAS form fitting, and I noticed the telltale signs of a very nice rack underneath.When it was my turn in... her line, I said very little, not particularly wanting her to notice me in any way. As I was leaving, I did catch a whiff of perfume, and it seemed likely that it was hers. I took a look at her right before going outside, and remembered that she and Mary would be meeting later. When I rode over to the damn barber shop ... once again I noticed. Her young vulnerable mind was so impressed from her first adult sex act that night in the library."Mmmmm..." she cooed, pulling out his long thick prick. She stroked it, the memory of its touch and strength all rushed back to her as she hypnotically played with his throbbing cock. Her mouth and throat constricted, remembering how his cock had felt squirting its gooey cream into her gobbling mouth."Ohhhhh, Mr. Anderson," she purred, pulling the skin up and down his rigid steely prick. She. His warm divine skin touching my skin. I wasn’t prepared for that, a rush of energy through my body. My mind was just shut off. I don’t know if I fainted or not. It didn’t feel like fainting. It felt more like falling into some catatonic state of shock. God talked to me. He explained something, but I didn’t know what he said, until he snapped his fingers, the moment he snapped his fingers suddenly my catatonic state was over and I was myself again. I was feeling limp and dizzy, but like. She looked down, a myriad of expressions slid across her face all too fast to decipher. She sighed softly, shook her head, and looked back up at James, "Right. Truce?"He shook his head, "Peace, not truce."She frowned, "Truce until I know you're not a shithead manipulative bastard, and then maybe peace."He nodded, "Okay, truce until I know you're not a self-centered egotistical man-hating bitch, and then maybe peace."They glared at each other. Then, simultaneously, she said "Bastard!" as he said.