I loved helping girls develop self-confidence.Melissa sunk down again and came back up."It's not so hard," she said."It never was," I said. "You just ...idn't know what to do so fear slowed you down."This time when my cock barely started to enter her throat Melissa chose to go the rest of the way down slowly. I groaned loudly. It felt so good being in her tight throat.Melissa came up and teased, "You groan louder than the boys!" You love making boys do that," I countered. "I can tell. Boys will. He wore trousers of blue cloth, boots tolerably clean, but not of the brightest polish, and a little too thick in the soles, buckskin gloves, a hat somewhat resembling in shape those usually worn by the gendarmes, and a black cravat striped with white, which, if the proprietor had not worn it of his own free will, might have passed for a halter, so much did it resemble one. Such was the picturesque costume of the person who rang at the gate, and demanded if it was not at No. 30 in the Avenue. I looked up at him, smiled again, and reached out with my right hand feeling his 9" cock, which eagerly popped out of the opening in his pyjamas. My mouth reached out to his cock and he took a step closer to me, his hand reaching down to my nipples, slightly pinching the tip. I proceeded to wrap my mouth over the head of his thick cock, taking him deeper into my throat, my eyes closed, my lips salivating as I recalled the enjoyment of another older man I had relieved during my teenage years. He. Me- mom you know all thisMom- yes sonnyMe- mom what about dad how can we show our face to himMom- son don’t worry he worth for itMe- what’re that meansMom- your dad and I never had sex in this past 10 yearsMe- what are you saying, momMom- 10 years back he got accident due to that he can’t have sex with me, he don’t have the capacity to have sex with any women in addition to that he had affair with his pa in his office before the accident, he deserves this, my sonMe- I can’t believe dad had.