I couldn’t take it any more, I reached into my pants and started to stroke my own cock when I noticed that Kevin was moving closer to me. Now he was...so close that his dick was just about touching my face and that’s when I decided to make my move. Grabbing his meat stick and licked it up and down while I stroked my cock. His dick was wonderful, I could feel all the veins and ridges. I finally stretched my mouth over the head of this wonderful fuck stick. My first taste of cock and I loved it. I. No one will see them.Me: I guess it’s enough for the day. You already finished half of the bottle.Nancy: Honey, don’t stop me. I just want to enjoy this moment. Let me enjoy it.She started having more vodka. She stood up, pulled her chair beside me, and placed her hand on my shoulder.Nancy: Honey, do you know that your mom will do anything to protect you? You are my only kid.Me: I know, mom. I never saw you this much drunk. Is everything ok with you?Nancy: Yes, baby. Mamma just wants to spend. About my age, shoulder length blonde hair and a pair of the most fantastic tits I have ever seen. She had on a short leather mini-skirt and a halter-top that concealed just enough to make you want to see more. Black lace push-up bra underneath with plenty of cleavage showing. Her black stockings and red (bright red) “come fuck me” shoes with five-inch heels complemented the look! She looked and acted like a high-class hooker out for the night. A £300 an hour hooker. I knew her well. And not. I scanned the room. No new faces. A couple of girls I’d dated back in high school, and a few a bit older. Two couples in their thirties. An older guy at the end of the bar, half-drunk already. Three other twenty-something guys looking to score. Oh, well…Then she walked in. She was nothing like my perfect girl. She was too tall, too thin. Her hair was too dark. Her skirt was too long. Nothing that I liked in a girl except, well, she was a girl.She walked up to the bar and ordered a white wine..