..I could feel his hard cock begging to be released...I quickly got on my knees in front of him and he pulled his cock out...he smelled of ivory soap ...s I sucked that big mushroom head into my mouth...taking it all and gagging on it...he moaned a little that time and said "mmm good baby , your mouth feels so good" as I worked his cock with my mouth , moving up and down coating it in my thick saliva..."you want this inside of you?" he asked..."yes please! I need it!" I cried softly...I got up. He was much older, easily in his sixties, short, and dressed in an expensive grey suit. He was carrying a doctor's bag and set it on the floor between Suzi's legs. He took a red rubber ball out of his bag and spit on it, rubbing it with both hands. It was slightly bigger than a tennis ball and shiny with his saliva. He walked behind her and leaned forward, looking in her eyes. "We're going to play catch." Suzi's eyes got wider and I stroked my cock again. He held the ball in front of her mouth.. I was starting to shake, starting to quake, 'oh it's coming, oh, oh yeah its going to be. . . 'Suddenly, the shower curtain pulled back exposing my actions to the world. Worse my mother stood there, one hand on the curtain the other on her hip. 'Boy, whut the hell you think you do'n? she yelled, using up all the hot water you know I gotta get ready for work. Like a deer in the headlights I stood frozen in place, one hand with fingers up my bum, the other gripping a quickly shrinking phallus. It. What mattered was the sense of urgency with which his body met hers, the longing gasps of his breath on her neck. Her eyes opened lazily, hoping that no-one else on the dance floor would see the intimate embrace she shared. This wasn't the man she arrived with. It was not the man she would leave with. This was a phantom of the past suddenly made flesh by circumstance; they both had so much to lose but for that brief spell, barely a lapse in the beat of the music playing at deafening volumes.