I pushed against him and got up on my tiptoes. He was over a foot taller then me. My hands rubbed his chest and I could smell the faint smell of soap ...and deodorant. ‘I said I wouldn’t date in law school,’ I stated matter-of-factly. He pushed me away and I regretted what I said. ‘I’m Mark Connors. I’m from Georgia. I have a degree in chemical engineering and want to get into patent law.’ He finished his first phrase and ran his fingers through my hair. It was completely dark but I know he was. Dont worry, no one can get through that window. Dont expect Bill to tip you but you do need to go through the motion of quoting him the rates. Have fun!. I locked the door after Carol left and went and opened the curtain. After a couple minutes, Bill entered the customer section. I picked up the phone and mimicked for him to do the same. His voice came through the receiver, Okay, are you ready? I answered, Yes, now the quarters are just for the light honey (I did my best to drawl like a. Thick. Hard. Meaty, it felt fucking gorgeous. I looked around at the other two guys behind me and I noticed them removing their cocks as well. Introductions seemed to be well and truly over. For some reason the thought of whether they would be clean entered my head. I don’t know where the fuck that came from because seconds afterwards it dawned on me that with all this water, soap and polish around they must be squeaky clean. I looked behind me once more at the two cocks making a bee-line for. "Where did you find those?" It wasn't easy." I explained about my current quest for Ingrid'sbackground. "But the most recent of these albums finishes about eighteenyears ago. My mother seems to have stopped keeping photos not long afterI was born." I'm sure it was nothing to do with you, old son." He chuckled. I raisedan eyebrow. "Sorry, it's just that you don't look like anyone's sonnowadays. Old, maybe..."He chuckled again. I folded my arms under my bust; an Ingrid gesture.