So I went to the washroom to shag my dick, but it doesn’t seem to be cumming.I went to my parent’s bedroom and woke my mom up. She came out and as...ed me what happened. I explained to her about the erection. And said that I tried for such a long time.She thought for some time and checked the tablets. She confirmed that they were viagra. She told me to masturbate myself. I asked her to stroke my dick. But she declined as my father was sleeping in their bedroom.I didn’t know what to do. I tried a. Salty, smooth liquid. I felt his throbbing but tasted little. I don’t even remember swallowing. It was more about the fact that he came in my mouth than actually having known. I kissed his cock head again. I got up. He did, too. We dressed.I thanked him for his load. “Any time,” he said. Then he let me out.I walked back to my car feeling somewhat fulfilled. However, I was also a bit disappointed.I drove home, much more sober. I passed all the places a cop would be. I got to my place. My reactions were much too slow. I had barely accepted the fact that I would keep sliding all the way down the slope when my body stopped. Pressure on my chest made it difficult to breathe. Momentum had jammed me under the tree and I was stuck. I lost my composure and panicked until Reggie appeared next to me. When I looked up at him, I tried to ignore the raindrops in my eyes. Reggie grinned, "Your tits are always getting you in trouble, Dexa?" My entire wardrobe was now under scrutiny. Most. Phil it seems had a real crush on Anne and after the Hyatt he used to invite her out for lunch or call in to her office on any excuse. Anne told me he was fucking her a couple of times a week after hours in her office her desk getting quite a work out apparently he had eight inches of cock that seemed to never get tired. On one occasion he arrived at the office on a Saturday after showing a client a new Bentley and suggested they went parking in the hills, always up for a challenge she went.