Corina's dad told me to come in and sit in the chair and he sat on the couch with his wife. We ended up talking about me and Corina getting engaged. W... talked for over an hour and at the end of it her dad got up and said he would do whatever his wife wanted to do. He went outside and her mom told me I had their permission as long as I do what I said I would. I told her I would and she asked me to walk outside with her and I did. When we got to the car she said they were going out eating and. I went back to her mouth and kissed her again we joined together, our mouths hungry for one another. I went to her breasts and sucked each in its turn as I grasped her still flaccid penis. Then her hand was on the top of my head and I felt myself being ever so gently pushed down. I gave her no resistance. I left her breasts and began kissing her tummy, touching her tattoos with my tongue. Then there it was a flaccid penis staring me in the face. My hand was on the cock on a young man who was. As I shuddered in desire from the feeling, I reached out the other hand holding the condom, and again it struck me just what was happening; here was this man, this local TV reporter whom I'd had a secret crush on for years, who was now waiting for me to roll a condom onto his cock and blow him on his sexy leather loveseat. Even with the fact that I was still dressed completely in normal men's clothes, that delicious couch coupled with a great imagination just sealed the deal for me, right then. Why is it that you ask, Frankie?" I answered truthfully, "Um, I'm not sure. It sorta just popped into my head. I really don't why, Mrs Summers." She looked me straight in the eye for what seemed like a long time, as though she were attempting to read to my mind. I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. She drained her glass and poured a third. "Do you like looking at my slip, Frankie?" Again, despite my instincts, I answered truthfully, and my voice was a hushed "yes." "I see. Hmmmm. Well, I.