I already had a huge boner while kissing her and she told me “it’s so big”. I asked her to stroke for a while and then asked her to suck it. She...said no right away, I kept on insisting until she agreed. I couldn’t see her lips wrapped around my cock since I was driving but it felt sooooo good. “Yessss babe! keep sucking. You are amazing” I was repeating it again and again. I could have given her first cum in mouth experience but a sucker started racing with my car. Probably he figured out that. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!...." Your juices running down my face, my tongue laps hungrily trying to capture your essence as it flows from you. Then suddenly you pull away. It's too much, too sensitive and you can't take any more. You look at me, panting, unable to say anything. Till finally, you gasp, "That was good" You take my still hard cock, rub your hand up and down it for a few strokes and then position yourself above me. I close my eyes briefly from the pleasure as you rub the tip of my. Sadly, I thought to myself that I did love my ex, at least at one point. That love had taken root in my heart like a mustard-seed, springing up bright and hopeful, only to die from prolonged neglect. With that perspective, I then realized that my relationship with the ex was inconsequential in the grand-scheme of things. We were together for almost three years, but in the long run, three years was only piss in a river. I smiled wryly as I remembered the past, the tumult of my emotions: fear,. His name was Bill, he was tall like about six foot six and large. He had a buddy over, his name was Jim and he was a real big guy too. I figured these guys to be in their late sixties. They said that all the women went shopping and would not be back till this afternoon but I was welcome to stay and keep them company. I decided to stay, to be nice. The men were drinking and gave a glass full. We started to talk and they were flirting and I flirted right back. Some how we got to talking about.