About twenty-five minutes later, Vicky saw the headlights of a vehicle pull into her driveway and looked out the door window. She saw Scott get out of...his SUV and wait at the door for him. She opened the door, so Scott didn’t have to knock or ring the doorbell.He came in, took off his ball cap, coat, and boots. She immediately embraced him, and they had a good kiss as if they were carrying on from the hockey game.“What’s wrong?” She asked, leading him by the hand to the living room couch. The. She slowly leaned forward giving me a perfect view of her tits which were just few millimeters from my face. I could feel my dick hardening. I wanted to distract my thoughts and started to talk about the scuba diving lesson I planned to take, but Nicole wasn’t interested at all. She looked down on my dick. “Mmm, it’s even bigger that I expected. I like big cocks.”By now my dick was hard as a baseball bat and I moved as close to the table as I could. Fortunately there was a long table cover and. I was not resisting but he still held my head firmly and started fucking my mouth with increased speed and intensity. I was again feeling his cock grow in my mouth; I lost every sense of my surrounding and could not care less what anybody thought of me doing. I was so happy being a cock slut. It had been quite some time, I had not sucked any manly cock and now I was granted with the best. I vividly remember, reaching up with one of my hands and started to hold, tickle his balls. He appreciated. I came here to get away. At a sufficient distance my parents won’t bother to nose around. The electronic tether isn’t too tight: texting is an alien concept to mom, let alone the language of it. As for my father, to him language itself is an alien concept. I have money to blow. I’m not ashamed of it. Not obscenely rich, but I can be self-indulgent. It’s an attitude as well as a fact. Maybe it’s the attitude that’s poisonous, but the attitude is the part I’m least ashamed of. Did I say.