After graduating high school, I gave her a “Promise Ring”, which was supposed to symbolize my desire to one day propose. However, we never made it...that far since we both attended different colleges. Still, we did manage to keep our relationship throughout our sophomore year. To be honest, after that year I started to question some things regarding my upbringing and I think that was the nail in the coffin for her, but that’s getting a bit further afield than we need to for this story. I was. I told myself over and over that it would never happen, that it would always remain a fantasy.Here I am on my knees and the the most perfect specimen is mere inches from my face.It is cut, long, smooth, and capped with a large mushroom head.I know I want to taste it, to run my tongue up an down it, to take it inside my salivating mouth.I can't, I can't go beyond the point of no return.But I can grab it, I can stroke it, and so I do.I feel it throbbing in my hand, it is smooth.It is thrusting in. Or more impotantly even if I had locked it , it would probably be broken . I saw my son standing in the door . The anger I could sense in him looking at US was enough to make me tremble . He rushed into the room like tornedo pushed the man away from me . Gave me a sheet and started beating that man to death . I never saw him Yelling at someone rather than now seeing him Beating to death . God he was strong . His muscles were so much visible that I couldn’t take my eyes off it . I was slapped. They were upstairs in her room on her bed. He got her naked and he had to take his own t-shirt off. He took his tracksuit bottoms off himself too. She was shy with him, which sounded right as she's always been that way - still is in fact a lot of time. He sat on her stomach while she started sucking his cock. She'd only did with me twice or maximum three times since we've started going out, so this shocked me a little bit to say the least. It hurt actually. Then after a little while she started.