She was wearing a conservative black dress that flattered her figure without looking too sexy. At least, that was her opinion.Armed with a small black...purse and reservations at the best steak house in the area, she headed towards the limousine parked in front of her house. Looking like someone had shot his favorite dog, Jim stood by the rear door holding it open for her. When she approached, he looked over her outfit. Surprised by her choice, he asked, “Are you sure that you want to wear that. ‘Shit’, I whispered when, just as Mrs. Walson was leaning forward to pick something up, Jason Smith, a friend of mine who lived up the street, casually strolled by the Walson’s house, obviously enjoying the scene I was being denied. By the time I again had a clear view, she had already stood up and was returning a ‘hi’ wave in response to Jason’s. This happened often, and not just with Jason, as most, if not all, of the boys, not having the vantage point I had, had no other choice but to walk. The console isn't open either. Something about him begins to stand out, and it's not just how lonely he seems despite the other children being nearby. That melancholic, faraway expression is one that I've seen too often, and his hair is almost golden as the sunlight filters through the leaded window."Are you Liam's partner they're all gossiping about?" she asks, barely audible."Yes, I am. Is he Liam's son?" I whisper."Yes, but he won't acknowledge him," she says, appearing regretful, as she. I reached for his zipper and he slapped me."You didn't ask" please can I taste your hard cock?"He pushed me down onto my knees and reached for his drink.As I lifted his cock out of his jeans I looked up at him.I licked his head and tasted his unique flavor before diving into memories and taking it in my mouth.Before I could get use to his size he grabbed my hair and shoved his cock all the way in.My eyes watered as I tried to breathe and he loosened his grip.I worked my tongue up and down.