"I think you should get used to wearing your new style in public." But I don't think I'm ready for that," Gilly protested, nervous at the thought of g...oing out in her new things."Take it easy," Karen said soothingly, "I'm not suggesting we go out on the town, just a meal in a quiet little restaurant. You can pretend we're your mum and dad if that would make it easier for you." No, but I could pretend you're my brother and sister. Okay, just so long as you don't expect miracles from me. I don't. Mr. Tait was a big man, standing at six foot four inches. As he told me once, he was the “runt” of the family. He had dark, curly hair that he kept at his eyes. How I always wanted to play with those curls as I stood singing my high soprano notes, flirting with my eyes, making him blush. I loved looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes during conversation, trying to captivate him with my large green eyes. Mr. Tait wasn’t married, nor did he have a girlfriend. He played every kind of music,. Her parents on Long Island or her grandfather in Soho, they would all have welcomed her into their homes in the dead of night.Mia didn't want to see her family; and though her best friend Fiona would have welcomed her, Mia found herself in the car, on I-95, heading north.To Mac.Parker MacPherson, Mac to his friends, was more than Mia's best friend, second only to his own cousin Fiona.Mac lived on the west end of Portland's peninsula in a spacious three story house that felt like a second home,. It was a little like bukake, in that she was on her knees in the center of a circle of standing guys, going from cock to cock, pleasing them with her mouth and the charming visuals. She was in charge, there was no pressure, no jerking off, and she really gave each of them a treat as she swallowed each cock. There were some new tricks added because she had unique professional skills.She worked three times around the circle, to stretch things out. The first round was her lips and tongue, working.