I’ll take you to brunch and you can order the French toast and afterwards I’ll suck you off and taste your cinnamon cum. Does that sound OK to you?” I was speechless but I nodded like a bubble head. Saturday would not come quick enough. I even abstained from wanking on MILF the Friday night. I met Jo at the tram stop, as arranged, and we caught the tram down Glenferrie Road into Hawthorn. The café was called “Café Vamp”. Jo told me it was her favourite and she liked the name. It was only later that I understood the significance. Jo is wearing a black tank-top that conceals her big breasts beneath a gaping chambray shirt that is open to the waist, where it is tied rather than buttoned. She wears pale blue denim shorts that are modestly made from an old pair of jeans, and cut modestly above the knees. Fashionable rips and holes hint that her thighs are just as brown and lovely as her bare calves. She sex must be wearing fake tan. desi As we sit opposite each other at a table for two in the café, I take the opportunity to study her pretty oval face. She has a fine nose with a sharply defined ridge that scoops into a little ski jump. She has exquisite full lips. When her mouth is closed, they look miniature and her mouth looks too indian small for her face. But when she smiles, those cupid lips open wide over white teeth in a smile that is unexpectedly large. She sexy has a few freckles sprinkled across her nose and under her eyes that make her look cute. But her cheeks are unmarked and pale and fill with a rosy blush when she is embarrassed. Like she is now from my staring. “What?” she asks. “Nothing. I just like looking at you. You’re so beautiful.” She looks down at the table and blushes deeper, like the shy girl of old. A waiter appears. He is arrogant and only a few years older than us. I don’t like the way he leers at Jo as he takes our order. I don’t like him at all. We order two serves of French toast and two hot chocolates. It is difficult not to wolf down the cinnamon toast in one go. My cock strains in my pants as I watch Jo’s lips and teeth and her tongue work to produce words that seem sexy just because they come out of that gorgeous mouth. Her voice, her intonation and the way she seems to lazily lisp the odd “s” into a “zh” – it all sounds so sexy. She pays the bill and I discourage her from leaving a tip for that creepy waiter. We go back to my place and Mum makes a big fuss over Jo. Welcoming her as if she is visiting for the first time. It’s embarrassing. Tabatha is at mom work. Tom was still standing, apparently waiting for me to take a seat. I wanted to do that mom so badly. “It was desi amazing... sissygasm? I love you with all my heart and soul. I wondered if it was hers or mine or both, mingling together. “Trust me my love. His cock began to grow hard thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wrap a cord sexy around her slender neck. ‘Good.’ He sex said. I blushed at the crass comment before I replied “nothing really, just school work and helping mum indian out when she’s not working”. At this point I felt I had to say something, but what should I say? Thank you so much." “What word do you MILF say if you need me to stop?” He needs to do it with you. I grin. They both remained silent. Tears began to roll down my face. “They wanna hang out sometime.” Listened to the soft beeping of the machines. Even though, he was but a mere man-child, his words reassured her that she still had it “going on”. Like some greedy cum whore, she lapped it all, cleaning dickhead, pecker shaft, and ball sack before licking every drop from hands and face.