Kimmie was really going to town now, her long brunette hair cascading around her face and my lap, alternately obstructing and framing my view of her b...g brown eyes, her pert little nose, and her full-lipped, but small, mouth stretched around the slickened girth of my happy cock. I glanced up from observing her bobbing head. I was taking my daily pleasure today in one of our more common settings. I sat in a leather easy chair in my "drawing room", my half-finished scotch temporarily forgotten on. He kissed me long and hard as he zipped himself back up. I thought at this point he may have been finished with me but he drove on, pulled off into a wooded area and parked. The car was spacious and without too much effort he moved across and simultanously lowered my seat into a reclined position, there was no doubt he had done this before. He stripped my coat from me and before I could do anything he parted my legs and positioned himself on top of me, kissing my lips and my neck as his hands. "You'll never know how much you mean to us and how glad we are to have you safely home here with your family!"The hug he gave Drew felt really good. A sleepy girl of about 12 came downstairs in her Jam's and rubbed her eyes and asked what was going on. Drew felt like she had fallen into a Happy Days episode. It was too late to go to bed so her mom made a wonderful breakfast and with an appetite undulled by drugs Drew dug in - the pancakes were wonderful!The apparent Drew had a few more glasses. But I don’t want him to start apologising again. “That’s good, Mark!” I cough before he has time to get a word in. Finding my voice, I continue. “I’m your kinky cocksucker, your scarlet woman, your…” quickly I find the right word, “…strumpet.” Gosh, what am I saying? Thankfully, Mark is getting the message. There’s renewed pressure on my head again. “Is that what you want, Mark? Do you want me to suck your cock again? I’ll do anything you want, Mark.”My secret lover says nothing, but his hands.