I wanted it. Blowjob sex I decided I would stay out late tonight and maybe turn a few more tricks before the exhaustion overtook me so I could finally fall asleep and dream of my sweet little girl. “Damn, you give good head,” he mumbled as he thrust his hips up against my mouth over and over. “I know you must be cold.” he said as he took off the raincoat and began to unzip his coveralls. “Damn, you give good head,” he mumbled as he thrust his hips up against my mouth over and over. “I know why you became a prostitute.” He said quietly. I shut the ignition off and listened as it sputtered and then finally quit. The deceased had been gone many years. A flashback of my baby girl laying in her casket in a long lavender gauzy dress invaded my mind for a second and I felt the sting of tears in my eyes.
