” He says, breaking our kiss, looking deep into my eyes. I bite my lower lip for a moment. “I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t help myself sometimes....�� “I know you can’t, pet. In due time, with the help of me. You’ll get better.” “I know, Sir. Thank you.” “No need to thank me, baby. It’s what I’m here for.” He comes down and nibbles my lower lip, before letting it go. I see a grin on his face as he looks at me again. I can tell he is debating on what to do with me next. My eyes move from his,. I dropped to my knees and sucked his BBC as my young son stood there wanking his little white cock whilst watching me.I soon has cum dripping down my mouth and lips, across my chin and down to my cleavage.I walked over and woke Howard first, he was always trying to grope me when no one was around and he had been drinking, he always pretended he couldn't remember when I asked him the following day.He woke up and I held my finger to my lips making him stay quiet. I leant down allowing my large. I told him I did not believe him, I thought he was fucking with me. He kept telling me he was for real, and I told him to prove it. He stood up and pulled down his trunks to show his raging 9 inch boner. I stared for a minute, then snapped out of it, pulled off my trunks under the water, and threw them out, and told him I was hard as hell.I then pushed him down onto the bench of the hot tub, stroked my cock in her face a second, then dropped to my knees, and went underwater to blow him. I was. Now came the long wait. To occupy his agile mind, he began once more to read other’s stories. The site was vast, but fortunately the owner’s had a database that allowed separate review of the latest accepted pieces. It was during his review of these latest that one story caught his eye. He looked up the author and found that there was a short biography. This biography was of a mature, divorced woman with children. A picture was attached that made her look like a seasoned writer. She was Blond.