“Sorry about that. You must be Lorna”, Miss Robinson said“Yes Ma’am”, answered Lorna somewhat intimidated by the wealthy woman. “Oh hell, ...all me Helen. Can’t have sex with someone you call “Ma’am”, laughed Helen who took out a cigarette, took a few puffs and put it out immediately in a nearby ashtray. “Not good for me..but I like a few puffs after sex”, added the widow. When she was young, Helen Robinson had been a very attractive dancehall girl and was extremely lucky to marry a very wealthy. She would take me into her mouth and suck, just to try and go deeper and choke. Everything would feel great, just to then turn wrong. If determination and willingness were enough, it would have been the best ever. After awhile, I knew the teasing and let down was going to drive me crazy. Sweetheart. I panted. Why dont you use your hand? I asked in the nicest way I could. I didnt want to hurt her feelings, but I knew I was about to go crazy with need. She looked up at me with a look that said. Before coming up for air. "Fuck" he moaned, "You like daddy's dick don't you sweetheart?" "I do daddy." I replied while stroking his now fully erect cock that's glazed with my saliva. "Fuck me daddy, I need you inside me right now." I continued. He reached over on the drawer next to him and pulled out a condom and some lube. He passed the condom over to me, I took one more taste of daddy's cock and put a rubber on him. "Stand up and bend over the bed" he ordered, I did as I was told. Chris. You shot me down on our last date, using pretty good logic. At the end, I was being flip about being lovers because I never expected you to actually want a relationship like that. Now that you’re actually thinking about it, I thought it might be fun.”“Might be?” I asked, feigning being indignant.“We haven’t even kissed!” Melody laughed. “Remember, I wanted to have sex with you right off the bat. You put me off. Now you’re interested. I still am.”“Aren’t you playing long odds here?” I asked.“You.