I'd like to think of giving a blow job as an art... Yes, don't laugh and read on. It is an art that Abbey learned when she was young and she was spreading her masterful knowledge like Promoteus in fire. A few nights ago, at a dinner party, I saw deep in her eyes and I knew she wanted cock badly. Abbey excused herself from the group and headed to a small alcove along the wall. She needed to slow down. Her wet pussy had started to itch badly. What was she doing? Was she really contemplating to give blowjobs to his man in the middle of the party? The nervous energy that flowed through her fiery pussy made her think so. She was on fire with heat and excitement. Ready to give the blowjob of her life. Even her pussy was wet with the thought of it. But how could this be? Normally, she would be offended beyond belief if anyone, even her guy, mention the "blow job" word to her that way.