. BUT I don't say that to her of course...I simply softly say "why yes I would love that to happen"...!!Then her sweet soft wet little mouth is doing ...it's best to both lick my pre-cum and to also try...and get the knob end into her tiny little mouth at the same moment....It feel's lovely and I just relax back and carry on stroking her beautiful tits and watch the Porn Video on the TV screen too.....mmmmmm She's really getting into doing the sucking bit and for a total virgin she's making me. I was worried what that would be like. Would it be painful? Embarrassing? Exciting? Or my greatest fear, would it feel like nothing at all? Was what happened between us something that existing only for that moment? Or something deeper?Needless to say I was worthless at work, and unfortunately I'm not in a position where I could really hide out and be worthless for a few days. In fact, by Wednesday, my boss was asking if I was ok, or needed sometime off. I'd missed things, forgotten things, and. One day she walked into my study. She was wearing a white blouse, which last 2 buttons were open to show some cleavage and a pair of tight fitting jeans. She wore her glasses which she only needed to read."Um Thomas." Yes." You know what day will be tomorrow." No." What!"She came closer and gave me a hug. Her breasts were pressed against my chest."Tomorrow is your birthday."She was right. I forgot my birthday."So how about if we go clubbing to celebrate your birthday?" Sounds good to me." Can't. "I left her cry on my shoulder for a while. I knew she needed to let it out. You need to enjoy yourself and all she could do was remember her missing little one.The rest of the day, she was able to enjoy herself. It felt good knowing that I helped her deal with her trouble, but I knew that it was only a short-term fix. We returned home around 11 that night. Donna spent the night in the guest room so she wouldn't wake up her parents coming in so late. Jenny and I talked about what was bothering.