I decided to walk over to James house and see if he was available for old times sake. But no one was home…. What to do now? I walked up to the only ...as station in town, hoping to just see someone alive!! I was there for a few minutes, talking to the cashier when a pickup truck pulled in and a very handsome man walked. He was soo hot!! I let him see me stare at him, then leaned over the counter, pushing my ass out towards him, looked over my shoulder and winked at him. I then stood up straight. I must stop thinking about Romilly. I really must.*It was her manner and sexy voice that changed my mind about her. Husky from too many cigarettes, coupled with the most seductive Parisian accent, her chirpy hellos and friendly disposition charmed everyone. Including me. I quickly acknowledge that my first impressions were wrong. Romilly may have looked false but she was anything but. She was, in fact, brutally honest and not afraid to speak her mind – making the sixth form students wear. “You very strong!” she said. Then she went back to sucking, this time while stroking the length. She mumbled as she worked and the vibrations made my balls tingle. She pushed a finger into the opening of my anus and tickled it. She moved her mouth a little quicker and then took the whole length into her throat. When she tickled my balls with her nails, I felt like the head of my penis exploded! She grunted as I shot my load and then looked up at me with a big smile. There was semen on her teeth. “Mrs. Butler” I said. “Yes” nodding her head “but I am not Mrs. Miller anymore. My name is now Quinn, my maiden name.” Then it came to me that this woman was Donnie’s mother. As I looked hard at her it came back to me. As I remembered she had flowing long red hair. I also remembered the boyish “crush” I had on her many years earlier. Though it had been about 20 yrs or more since I saw her last. Those same feelings came back like they never left. There I was a 37 year old man alone with my.