Her extraordinary grace and beauty belied the seemingly painful shy and troubled look in her eyes. As all the dancers milled around waiting for someth...ng to happen, Mike would glance around the perimeter making sure everything was okay, but his eyes always came back to this captivating dancer. Whenever she saw him looking at her, she would blush and turn away as though she was afraid to be noticed. How could an extraordinarily beautiful woman who happened to be in the entertainment industry, on. "Fuck! Everything is going to hell here and I had to leave important negotiations to come back and sort them out. So what's this bullshit you're giving me about Desirée?" No bullshit, Mark darling," Priscilla said smoothly. "A lot of things have happened while you were spending so much time pursuing your political career. The girl gets lonely and needs company. She's keeping it right now with one of your least favorite people." Priscilla stopped the car in front of a row of condominiums. My very close friend, Jen, married a wonderful, handsome man about a decade ago. Along with marital bliss came a stepson named Tommy. Tommy was a slightly rotund, cute little boy with chipmunk cheeks, hazel eyes, sandy blond hair, and a slight bulge around the waist. He also stammered around me whenever he tried to speak. I shrugged it off to shyness and awkwardness and thought it was adorable. I instantly became Aunt K and took delight in signing Holiday cards as such.Not too long after. I grabbed the base and wiggled it back and forth in his grip; his eyes followed it like a hypnotized man following a metronome."You wanna suck it?"He looked conflicted, even though he'd just had the head in his mouth a moment ago. I wondered what he needed to hear."There's a big drop of precum on the head of this big cock from you stroking it. You see it?" Uh-huh." He stroked a little faster, eyes fixed on it."Looks tasty, doesn't it?" Yeah." You want to make this big dick feel good, don't.