I had never sucked on or been fucked by, a real cock, and if this happened it would be the first time for either.Doing these things isn’t a fantasy ...or me, nor is it something I would seek out on my own. I simply don’t find men attractive, but I do want to make Madam happy, so however she asked me to participate, I had little doubt I would. I had only one fear; it may sound strange that I would happily suck a cock or give a man my ass without a second thought If she asked me to, but I was in. I said nobody will see us we will be careful. She replied okay. Then we went to the place there were lot of couples around the lack. We have lot of chat together about various subject, we spend there a lot of time near about 4 hours then went a fast food to have our lunch. While eating I asked her would I ask you one thing? Will you tell the truth? She was now frank with me and said ask. I asked her how do you feel eating ice-cream after ice-cream.She just nodded first, I think she will go. One day he called out her name so loudly that she came into the room, found him with his pants down and a sticky, slippery cock held in both his hands. She could have told the headmaster but didn’t and kept quiet about it. It became their secret. He decided to write her some poems.She loved them and encouraged him to write more. The sad thing was that the woman was someone he couldn’t have and so to try to get over her, he made love to as many women as he could. Then he started to write poems. With a womanly skill to multi task he lovingly prepared several dishes, all ready to serve at the exact same time. The aromas blending, sending my taste buds into a whirl. All the while my longing for this man building inside me, my bottom unconsciously squirming inside my tight blue jeans. I sensed my fine white panties gleaming with anticipation as I gazed down his torso and pants, imagining, knowing that which lay beneath. Sliding my chair back he sat me down to eat, my mind struggling to.