Coming directly to the incident that happened few days back; I met a school friend of mine on a social networking site. Her name is Loretta. I was sho...ked to see her photos. She had grown up in size. All the curves were at the right place. Her figure could be imagined as 36-28-36. She was dusky but had mesmerizing eyes. Her boobs were just awesome enough to give a hard on to any men.So we chatted day and night. I am good at flirting with women which kind of attracts them towards me. I and. Then one night, Tom started a conversation that at first, was kind of awkward to me:“Hey Mike, I got something to ask you”.“Yeah”.“I don’t want to come across as being all weird with you, but I’m horny as fuck, I was wondering if you wanted to take things to the next level?”“What do you mean?”“Would you think it weird if we gave each other blow jobs?”“Oh, I don’t know about that. That’s kind of gay isn’t it?”“No, not really. Think about it like this, we wouldn’t be doing it because we like each. !? she begun but wisely decided not to finish the sentence.Nevertheless the sergeant was next to her in an instant and he hit her stomach hard with his fist. Leliana cried with pain and gasped for breath. She felt his rough hand grab her face hard by the chin. He moved his face only few inches in front of hers.?Shut up, bitch!? he barked. Leliana smelled his foul breath, mixed with some kind of cheap alcohol. ?I’ll want to hear you in a moment, but your screams, not this chattering!?With these. Perhaps, just perhaps, mom has seen how poitively shallow so many men really are when it comes down to this rather modern problem.Sometime around the age of seven, I discovered that mom had had enough of trying to find Mr. Right. She was now content with a less burdensome me and we became inseparable after school and work.I turned twelve before mom even had her thirtieth birthday, and I was educated in the ways of boys so that if I chose to dally like mom did (her words), at least it would be.