It was going to be a big party with lot of people coming.On the day the party was going to be held me and my then boyfriend had a really bad fight. Ou... relationship was doomed and I had already another place to stay and was leaving him in a month. He told me as his dropped me off he was not going to pick me up later that night, I had to ask anyone else for a ride home or stay the night. (He was not invited to the party because he and Anna were no friends at all to put it mildly). I came really. Mom: Son, what’s wrong with you?Mom: Please understand my problem. My gag reflex is terrible. I can not take your cock in. I tried it with your dad, but I was not able to do it.Me: You need to tell me this before. I have a solution for it.For the next hour, I explained to her and showed her the videos of the toothbrush technique which is used to reduce the gag reflex.After that, she was in a dilemma about whether to do it or not. I am no ordinary person, I kept on trying. At midnight, she. I packed a small case with what I would need over the Weekend along with a holdall that I carefully locked then went downstairs to say goodbye to Julia. I arrived outside of Peter’s home this time parking out on the road. This time I wanted to make sure his neighbours had something to talk about! I grabbed my case from the rear of the car and walked up the driveway swaying my hips with each step. It seemed to have the right affect as I glanced back before ringing the bell those curtains were. " I am NOT acting like a slut, Paul!" She lightly slapped him on the cheek."No, of course you're not, Lydia. Here, sit down in this chair over here," Paul said, putting one arm behind her back and the other hand on her boob and guiding her to a sitting position in her chair."Paul! Don't you DARE grab my breast like that!" she chastised the young man as she sat."Or you'll do what, Lydia?"She just stared back at him, trying to come up with something to say.Paul reached for Lydia's boob and began.