He was getting more and more aroused.“Maybe you can give me a big mouthful next time when I give you a blow job,” she said playfully. “I want yo...r dick to squirt and shoot in my mouth. Is that okay, would you do that for me?”John was beside himself, he said, “Yes.”Regina had John sit next to her on the edge of the bed then she got up and placed a pillow between his legs. She knelt down on the pillow and leaned toward him and slowly engulfed much of his erection with her warm wet sensual mouth.. We couldn’t leave the house as it was raining heavily and there was no other home nearby.So, we stood there without making any noise. From their talking we could make out that the man was little bit drunk also came to know about his name Sankar. He boasted about about his young life and was also cursing. Suddenly I looked at my mom and she was really feeling uncomfortable kya hua maa” I asked. ”kuch nahin” she replied. Mom was uncomfortable when ever Shankar took his name, so I had a reason to. He shook my hand -- probably just out of politeness -- and said, "Keith. Jeez, I dunno..." Sometimes it helps," I said quietly.He considered for a bit and then said, "Where?" I know a place." I pulled him up by the hand -- I hadn't released it after the shake -- and led him to a small room a couple of doors down from my quarters. This wasn't about fucking -- and might not get there; I wasn't going to jump the gun. It's funny how the old social conventions come into play; we'd talked about. But Eric was a good man, a kind-hearted man, and something about him looked very sexy to me. I had had my sexually wild days in my past, but although I was married (and still am), I hadn’t had sex in a very long time before we met, and I hadn’t really made love in far longer than that. To me, making love is very different from mere sex; my three husbands and my various lovers and I had sex; the man I am telling you about and I made love. At the time, I was 48 with two failed marriages behind.