O’Connor is the second hottest woman I know. She is a knockout at forty-five. Her brunette hair is in a ponytail, reaching just below her shoulder b...lades. Mrs. O’ Connor is wearing a pair of jean shorts which barely reach her thighs and a blue t-shirt with a deep scoop neck showing off her deep cleavage and a generous view of her tits.“Theo, why don’t you come and have some cold ice tea?”Walking over to the patio, I drink in the sight before me, not caring if Mrs. O’Connor sees the bulge in my. She opened her mouth to show me that she had swallowed everything."I guess that answers that question, huh?" she teased."What's that?" I asked."If I spit, or if I swallow. Now you know the answer," she replied.Nikki had proved herself as a cocksucker, as well as a cum swallower. On the following afternoon, I returned to Nikki's house. I wanted more. I wanted her to suck me off again. Of course, Nikki complied.Nikki took me into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. She turned to face. I began playing with her breast as she melted her body into me. I unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down far enough to allow me to slip my hand into her crotch. As my fingers found their way she wiggled her tight little ass into my crotch and making my cock rock hard. I slowed down long enough to finish pulling her jeans down so she could step out of them. Now she was in front of the window completely naked except for the top wrapped around her waist. I told her to put her hands on the window. I forced the rest of that thought away for the moment, not reallywanting to remember all that he'd said. Not yet. As soon as we'd gotten back at our apartment, Melissa and I sat downin the living room, quietly staring at our own hands, still lost in ourown thoughts. In our own worries and fears. It was Melissa who finallybroke the silence. "I've been thinking" she held up her hand (or wasthat my hand?) and said "That crazy man this afternoon must havesomething to do with this" I nodded,.