A man picked me up, in a nice big car. He was in his late forties with a bushy beard. He had a pleasant manner and we chatted about the usual things, ...ncluding the weather. Somehow, the conversation came around to the taste of semen! He said that he really liked the salty taste, while I said that I had no experience. When he asked if he could taste mine, I politely refused. I declined 'free' oral sex, because of conditioning, growing up in Ireland in the eighties and being told that it. Keep you mouth open till I say close it understand? Helen nodded yes.Katie cleared her throat like a longshoreman most un lady like..and hawked up a wad of snotty phglem and spit it on helens tongue. There mommy now close your mouth and work your tongue around and coat your mouth with that spit dont swallow it yet..Helen was feeling like vomiting but the electrode fear kept her from it..OK mommy open wide again Katie. “Make your lover’s desire your desire,” I whispered. “Your only concern should be his absolute pleasure. Your only goal is making him cum.“Do it! Now!”Their movements intensified. They practically attacked each other. I just backed off a little and let them go.In a minute or so they were jacking each other furiously and trying to swallow each other’s tongues. They were teenagers in the heat of passion without supervision.They both began groaning and grunting. Their heavy breathing was the only. “I just need to accept it. And get over it.”She set her glass on the coffee table and before she knew it, his right hand was wrapped around her throat, lightly squeezing. She gasped and her entire body shook in absolute arousal; she felt as if she were dreaming as she gazed into his blue eyes simmering with barely restrained lust.“You know, I went out that night and fucked a girl I met at the bar down the street so hard, pretending that it was you. I came three times, thinking of your beautiful.