That’s when she dropped to her knees and crawled over to me. She reached out, undid my pants and slid them to my ankles. “Oh, my what a nice cock...you have.” She opened her mouth and started to give me the best blow job of my life. Wasting no time she deep-throated me. I tried my hardest to hold onto my load. Knowing it was a losing battle I gave up and blasted a load down her throat. It was such a huge load that some slipped out of the corner of her mouth. She looked up at me smiling, leaned. His other arm wrapped around the shivering figure. Warmth. She needed warmth. Slowly, he moved them back into the den, grabbing a decorative blanket from the love seat as he passed. He half dragged, half assisted the stranger to a spot before the fireplace. It's warmth radiating onto his face and her back, he began to run the blanket over her. More snow fell to the carpet at their feet."Shh," he found himself saying, her shivering starting to ease. "It'll be OK. You're safe." He felt her hands. Gloria grinned at me and with a finger in front of her lips moved over to my juice covered dick. She sucked my cock, stroking it with her hand. Gloria's eyes were on mine and her mouth smiled as it moved up and down on me. We heard a click through the phone receiver, but kept quiet in case Mr. Martin had not actually hung up.When Mrs. Martin came back into the room first she hung up the phone, then she stood there with fake indignation at the idea her friend would be sucking my cock. Gloria. .. I swear I've seen you on TV or something. Weird." She stared at him for a couple minutes, her eyes framed by thick rimmed glasses that looked really nerdy, but she looked impossibly cute.They walked by a couple more paintings before Spencer took a second to check out her ass. He immediately regretted it as she caught him, but gave him a sly smile."So, Spencer, what brings you to Los Angeles?" Two things actually. One, my little s*ster and her friends wanted to visit some friends who live in.