And you’re a very attractive woman.” She poured tea, raised a querying eyebrow while raising the milk-jug, added milk at Helen’s nod, and passed...her the mug. She poured her own, sipped, and sighed. “I suppose there’s no chance of children?” There was no accusation in her voice, just a tinge of sadness.“I always wanted children,” Helen said, “but twenty years ... more ... of unprotected sex with my husband and none came. I suppose that could be a part of why he strayed, but he never said. He had always been the only male who seemed impervious to her charms, leading her to believe for quite some time that he was gay.That illusion was shattered though, when leaving school late due to a student council meeting, she had spied through a crack in his office door his cock thrusting into miss Jansen, a physical education teacher.Mandy had told no one of what she had seen, she could get him fired, if she wanted to. Having control over something so important made her feel like she could. He was always playful with me. This evening was bringing back many of the good things we had before it all turned sour, then putrid. Out came the first beanie baby, Ziggy the Zebra followed by Pinky the Flamingo, Dot the ladybug and ending with Slither the Snake. All I could do is laugh. ‘You do realize you’re bringing my childhood back to me? These were my friends for years. I never really played with them, but I had them stationed in my room while I was growing up, overlooking me and my. And he controlled it to very good effect. It wasn't more than a few minutes before he was thrusting wildly and spewing in my mouth.I gagged for a second. Then I realized that it wasn't because he'd thrusted too deeply. He hadn't. And it wasn't because of the taste of his cum. I hadn't really had a chance to taste it yet. It was just an anticipatory reaction. When I realized that, I relaxed a bit and just concentrated on the sensations that were flooding my senses: the feeling of the jets of cum.