"Remember," she said. "One hundred percent honesty." Okay," I said, trying to hold back tears. "You ... you were just the girlwho worked at Panera Bre...ad. The girl I dreamed of. The one I wanted totell how I felt, but never said anything other than a lunch order to.You were so beautiful it scared me." Why," she asked."Because a girl like you never would've been with a guy like I was," Isaid."You don't know that," she said, as she got up from the recliner andjoined me on the loveseat. She put her. She wore her chestnut-brown hair parted slightly off-centre, the tresses tumbling to the top of her cleavage. She had retained her girlish looks, although she had deep laugh-lines and her eyes wrinkled at the corners when she laughed or smiled. Her chatter was the most soothing thing conceivable, and I could listen to her talk for hours. To the world she was shy and unsociable, and I was the only person to whom she would bare her soul. She dressed invariably in blouse and skirt or short summer. Her hot little tongue worked swiftly and eagerly, swirling around his swollen cock head and lapping up his dribbling pre-cum as fast as she could get it.Connie shut her eyes, as she began giving him the best blowjob she could. Gradually she let her lips slide over the head of his pulsing fuck organ, then slurping in inch after inch of his giant, throbbing cock. She stopped when she'd inhaled over half of it, the horny woman started sucking his cock extremely hard, keeping her eyes closed as she. Brandon smiled, "I like having a fuckin' whore suck my cock and let me fuck her cunt" he replied. "That's it baby" I said, "I love to hear dirty talk" I added. By now Brandon's cock was rock hard again and I leaned down and kissed his cock head, then ran my tongue over it as Brandon stiffened a bit. I did this for a few minutes before I pulled back up and moving back in closer to Brandon, reached up and turned his head more towards me and kissed him. We kissed for a few more minutes as I slowly.