"Wow Kary," He sighed, "I never felt anything like that before."
With my head in his lap and his soft cock resting on my cheek I looked up and said, "You probably say that to everyone who sucks your cock."
"Probably," he laughed, "but this time I really mean it."
"Shit," he suddenly exclaimed, "I'm going to be late for work, good thing I'm with you I shouldn't get ragged on too much but I better get you back okay."
"Okay," I whined in a suffering attitude, "story of my life used and cast aside at first chance."
'No Kary, it's not like that at all." He said looking at me with pleading eyes.
"I'm just teasing," I giggled, "I need to get home too."
We talked about mundane things on the ride home with the occasional tease throw in. I felt so good being with him that I was a little sad when we pulled onto my street knowing the ride would be soon over. I was quite shocked and very pleased when we stopped in front of the house and before I could open the door Paul pulled me to him and kissed my cheek.
"I had great time with you this morning." He smiled, "I'll see you soon."
"I did too," I smiled back, "Will you be there on Monday?"
"Of course," he laughed, "Felix never wins the flip."
I giggled as his laughter followed me to the porch and through the front door, as usual he waited until I was inside before driving away. I was grateful the house was quiet and empty, I'm sure my mother would be very inquisitive. A brief note left on the table stating she went shopping before meeting my father to have dinner out with him and that I should do some vacuuming before they got home. It was nice not to have to go to the usual Saturday dinner with them. I rushed through the vacuuming so I could go next door and tell daddy about my morning. All the while thinking this would be more fun wearing a skirt.
