But that was a night of many firsts and my decision to drive drunk was the least of things different from usual. Although the initial plan was for me ...o stay over at the farmhouse, a big fight had put me in a bad mood. I won't go into the details, but suffice it to say that I was so upset at everyone that I just had to leave right away, even if it meant making the 3 hour drive late at night, most of it along narrow rural roads while drunk. Some of my colleagues had offered to drive me home, but. Slurping and gagging as he kept his eyes looking at me, I looked down at him, mouth open, amazed at how good he sucked cock. Amazed that he may even be better at sucking cock than my gf. I reached down and grabbed his head as i started to thrust and fuck his throat, making him open his mouth as i heard my cock slide in and out of his mouth. His spit now dripping down my cock and out of his mouth as he spat me out gasping for air. Grabbing onto my cock and stroking me with both hands as he. I explained about my house and studio before the conversation, once again, drifted merrily along. I enquired about how she made a living, to be told that at her father's prompting she was living rent free at home whilst trying to forge a living with her woodwork. She did emphasise that there was no way it would be possible without her parent's help and it was touch and go then.As we left the restaurant I offered my hand and was more than happy when Lucy took it with a smile. Once outside I. I hoped that I was not traumatizing the poor girl. “Does that all make sense?” I asked. “What…oh, yeah,” Kate said, as if snapping back from a trance, “got it!” I gave her a knowing smile, “And remember – no teeth! Max has become quite the little chewer.” “Ouch!” She said, her hands instinctively covering her breasts. “Let’s do the right one first,” I said. Kate gingerly placed her hands on my waist to steady herself, and I felt a slight rush at the touch of her warm, soft hands on my bare.