You do not even know me.” “I am sorry if I offended you.” Her voice was slightly hushed. I took it as her attempt to ease the tension and quiete... the tone. “Ray, I have to give you my advice as I see it, that is my job. If it means I have to tell you things which you do not want to hear, I can not apologise for that.” “Abby,” I looked hard into her face, “I came here…reluctantly, I will admit that. However, I always try to keep an open mind at these meetings and at interviews so that I can pick. At this point she left it sticking out like a flagpole from the tiny mouth of Jason's cock."There, I'll leave you like that for a moment while I fetch Sister Roberts."Jason looked helplessly at his predicament, the thermometer projecting from his cock quite hideously. The nurse seemed to be gone some time. The funny thing was, each time Jason looked afresh at the thermometer, the less of it there seemed to be protruding. Or was he imagining it? Amazingly, he still had one hell of an erection,. She complemented on my eyes and said I was on her better clients tonight. I told her I was telling my friend I wouldn't leave this joint without dancing with because I believed she was the hottest one there. She was flattered. I guess I have a thing for blondes because it goes back to an Irish/Italian American chick on my old track team who I really liked. (Not just sexually, but even more personality-wise) She had "Salt and Pepper" blonde and reddish brown hair.But anyway, back to Blondie. She. Her husband, Brenden's father, left a few years later and she is raising him by working nights at the airport.So, she was younger than most of the moms I knew and rather pretty. She might have been about thirty, petite with a nice figure that went well with her smallness. Like with any woman under forty or so, I had mentally undressed her many times before when I jacked-off, in fact, of all the grown women I dreamed about, she was my favorite.As I sat in the chair at her kitchen table, she got.