” With that, Dale outstretched his arms and put the palms of his hands on my shoulders and pushed downwards, my knees buckling to this physical comm...nd. Once on my knees, Dale pushed his cock towards my mouth, beaten, I open my lips to receive it. How did I let this happen to me? I recall thinking. As I moved my mouth up and down on his throbbing cock, I remember a flashback to my nineteenth year on Earth. I was in the back seat of my Father’s BMW, it was around midnight and I gave a ride home. I wrap my hand around her dick with has a little girth to it which is always appreciated, then I get to sucking. I'm giving her my entire mouth to play with just deepthroating her hard cock until it was wet enough to start jerking and just sucking the tip, which with her girth wasn't an easy task but I got the job done. I was doing a series of hand from tip-to-base followed by deepthroat. She gave me a few moans of encouragement and said "Oh fuck, that feels good." I kept it up for a few. She led him toward the sofa by his cock, and he obediently followed, the waistline of his sweatpants cuffed under his balls. She sat herself on the sofa, spreading her thighs apart, her fingers sliding against her clit. Her other hand remained gripped on Michael's cock, and she tugged him forward, wrapping her glossed lips around his shaft. Her mouth was hot and wet around him, sending waves of pleasure down his legs and up through his chest. While she took him into her mouth, her hand slid. "That's what I should be saying mother, you sure know how to make a man happy," I replied. She wasn't my mother but what else was I going to call her.We got off the bed and she pulled on her panties and adjusted her clothing."Would you like a coffee or something?" I asked, not knowing what to say."I'd love a cup of tea," she replied."Come you sit in the lounge and I will make you one," I said leading her into the lounge.As I waited on the kettle to boil I reflected how this woman had come into.