He took my number and said, “I’ll call you.” I really enjoyed this guy and could taste and smell him all the way back home. After blowing him la...t week in the parking lot, we chatted online and he was very receptive to continuing our liaisons. (That’s a fancy way of saying he wanted me to suck his cock again). But I got busy during the week and was unable to get together until Saturday night. I was online working when his IM appeared and he asked, “how’re you doing?’ We exchanged pleasantries. I looked over his shoulder as he looked at himself in the glass. "My God," he whispered. "You're beautiful," I said behind him in the same voice. Both of us looked at the same vision. And he was beautiful. His eyes shown brightly from their enlargement by the eyebrow pencil and mascara. His pink lips pouted with invitation. The dangling pearl drops peeked from between the layers of long blond hair. We took our eyes off his reflection at the same time and, I found, both of us looking. He opened the door to see Deanne. "Hi," he said, opening the door."Hi, yourself. Where's Caryn?" Deanne asked."She should be home any minute. I have a birthday celebration planned." He showed Deanne the ring.Deanne cooed over it. "Does she know?" No idea," he said."I've spent the last year wondering if I was doing the right thing. But I guess it is going to work out," she said.Mike looked puzzled, "Speaking of the last year, where have you been? What about your visits?" Something always came. She looked to be wearing some kind of undersized shirt knotted in the back. However, her blond hair was so long and thick it was kind of hard to tell exactly what was going on with her shirt from behind. Her hair wasn't long enough to conceal her tiny little waist though.Her ass was giggling underneath a pair of men's shorts drawn in tight around and low over her flaring hips. "Fuck, I want some of that!" Joseph whispered to himself. "What the fuck is wrong with me? That's my mother, but my.