Dee was a mother who I had met a few months before at a play school where both our kids attended two mornings a week. I was currently out of work as t...ings were slow in the construction industry so my wife worked extra shifts and I stayed home to look after our toddler. Dee and I struck up a conversation one morning as we had arrived early to pick up the children. We got along nicely, comfortable in each others company, talking about all the problems of raising little ones, a regular Mr. Mom I. .. The smell, thesudden heady intoxication, the fragrance, a captivating sweet scent. Asit touches her lip and slides passed the ring, her mouth waters, thetaste wakes in her a rapturous hunger. She greedily tries to lungeforward, still trapped.No longer struggling to pull back she struggles to move forward, to takeMiss's hugeness, to taste that glistening nectar, to swallow. Fights tono avail against the vice of Miss's muscles, trapped and held to herwhim, mewling deep in her throat,. Her mouth getting so wet I could feel her spit running down to my balls. I placed my right hand gently on the back of her head, letting her know I wanted to control her rhythm. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head up and pushed it back down. Guiding her in long slow strokes, I pushed her head down till I could feel the back of her throat. She swallowed, I could feel her open her mouth and take the last inch of my cock in. The head of my cock was now inside her throat I know she can. It was a very pretty laugh. "Either I'll never see youagain or you won't be able to stay away."I hopped onto a bar stool, tried to look casual and watched the peoplearound me, trying to decide which ones I was most curious about. Someof the women with women were attractive, both the feminine and moremasculine, some of the women who probably weren't biologically femalewere easy on the eyes too, but I was struggling with the men. They wereeither too pretty or too tough, or pretending too hard to.