"Please come in Thomas" she says.The sound of her sweet southern twang stirs every part of me. I step into the foyer and she closes the door. I look a... her as her back is to me. Her perfect ass swaying under that silk. She turns back around. The top of the robe has parted slightly and I can see the curve of her left breast. It's then that I notice her nipples are straining the fabric. My cock surges to life."I am glad to see that you followed my directions. You look very nice."There was no. ." There's a good crowd out there, Maria just took your table again because you weren't around." That's okay." Hey, you feeling alright?" Yeah, why?"Billy peered closely at me and shook his head, "You look like shit k**." Thanks." I said dryly, but knew he was right.I'd ended up going where I always did when I was upset these days, the cemetery. I'd sat and cried by the side of mom's grave and wished I could talk to her. After awhile I'd calmed down and debated trying to stay in the cemetery. Over time it was like her feet got stinkier and stinkier and it would make me fuck her even harder. And she loved it roughed , choking slapping and all that good shit. One day after we went to a jazz club we got home and smoked a joint, at the club she was wearing this cute little black heels that I was dying to get her foot out of. It was the first time I seen her wear heels and she was standing in them most of the time at the club so I knew they were stinky. When I finally revealed her. I’m not going to lie, for a second I thought maybe I would, but when I opened my mouth the only words that escaped were, ‘I’ve never done this before, so don’t judge me.’ Then I plunged down on her cock, trying to be as toothless as I’ve ever been in my life. I took a page out of her playbook, thinking she probably delivered the blow job she enjoyed the most. I went as far down as I could get and held there for a minute while I began kneading her small ball sack. Then I launched into my head.