" Miranda carefully unwrapped the package glancing every so often at Christopher, Miranda ohhhhhhh'd holding the musical instrument carefully "it's ca...led a Mandolin, it's sort of like your mothers lute." Christopher told her waiting to see what Miranda would do. Miranda strummed her fingers over the strings and almost purred at the sound, putting it down on the table she looked up at Christopher "ohhhhhh it's wonderful, thank you so much" without thinking Miranda ran to him and threw her arms. One night, same front seat grinding, she unziped my pants, and sucked my cock like she hadnt had any for a long long time, she soon got a reward of my hot load down her throat. i started to unbutton her jeans, she stopped me, "no, i have to go" no problem... this happened several times over the next couple weeks. i sent her a message one afternoon, to meet me sat night, change of plans. she kept askig, what are we doing, where are we going? told her going to a motel,going to be a long night. ........"Tina took my cock further and further into her mouth, moaning softly as she did, until I was completely gone. I was feeling the back of her throat. Her tongue was moving all around my shaft. As she pulled back, she stopped and started tongue-whipping the tip. "You keep that up, young lady, it won't be long before you get a big mouth full of cum!" I told her.With a giggle she looked at me, "Oh, no you don't! That's not where your fist cum with me is going!" She exclaimed. With that, she. I knew that after last night I really did need to cool my heels a bit. I didn't want my son to think his mother a total slut. I just about had my plan down pat when after dinner Terry began looking at me. I had to look away. I knew what I wanted and just felt ashamed to want it so badly. Terry destroyed my plans for a celibate evening by simply asking, has it really been that bad for you, living alone.I broke down sobbing, I clung to him, I told him how it feels like I just can't function.