She told me how she appreciated how I had watched out for her since my Dad died. How I had pulled her through her depression. How in her mind I had be...ome the man of the house. She also told me how I much I reminded her of my Dad and that he was here through me.Then she shocked me by telling me how she had always known that I was attracted to her. That she had always found it exciting but harmless. She also told me how she knew how I had preferred dating older women."You like MILF's don't you. I shot a huge load all over my own stomach. The next night I made the hour-long drive to San Francisco and found my way to the club in the Mission District. However, I did get a bit lost and didn’t find the place until after 10pm. I walked in alone to the netherworld of Spanish speaking salsa studs and Latina hotties. I wasn’t exactly dressed right for the setting, wearing my blue jeans and a white button-up shirt, but I did notice some playful smiles from a couple of girls who strutted by the. John held my hand as we walked the beach late at night, the full moon brightening the sky and wet beach as if it were nearly daylight. I threw our blanket onto the sand and we watched the waves for a while before I went down on him and sucked his throbbing, blood engorged organ. “You are so fucking big baby. I just love it. I could lick your big, white cock all night long.” I told him as I looked up at him and ran my tongue down his nearly 14 inch shaft and took one of his large balls into my. His blue eyes laughing as he turned away. ‘Nah.’ He answered, quickly hanging up. Indignant, I rushed up the stairs and kicked the door. Quickly he returned and opened the door. ‘I wasn’t going to leave you there.’ He explained, following me to our apartment. ‘You’re going to disturb our neighbors,’ he grinned roguishly at me as he held open the door for me. ‘They’ll get over it.’ I retorted, entering the darkened apartment. Our roommate, Holly, stood in the hall. ‘Hello.’ I greeted before.