I’ve never really drank more than a glass of wine on holidays and got pretty drunk, not falling down, but I was stumbling a lot. I know that I’m r...mbling a lot at this point, so I’m just going to get it out. I had sex with a guy at the party and I’m just worried about how you’ll think of me going forward. I enjoyed everything with you and really want to do it again. That you would think less of me because of what happened at the party is disconcerting. I had to muster up the courage to write. I probably wanted this just as much, if not more, than he did! I kissed his beautiful shaft and felt him swell under my lips. The thoughts, “I love cock so much” ran through my mind! “Yes, suck it!” he moaned. I ran my lips up his length and took the swelling head into my mouth. Sucking gently I could feel him get hard and throb, I moved my wet, eager mouth further down his shaft and felt his cock gag me. “Yes!” he said again, and with his hand guiding me, moved my mouth back down him, over and. Her and I still get together at least once a week. Lately it has been twice per week. I have become her therapist of sorts by helping her with her obvious “daddy issues”. Taking advantage of her daddy issues is likely a better deion but which one of us is using those issues to our advantage ?I think its mutual. As we’ve continued to have our “sessions” she would convey to me more about her childhood. I didn’t remind her at all of her daddy, thank goodness because that would be weird. I was. " He gestured to his mother who currently looked like she couldhave been one of those librarians that teens fantasized about.She wore a simple white blouse with a pencil skirt and pantyhose. Herhair was tied up in a bun with a pin sticking through it. Along with herglasses, heels, her ageless face, and eternally youthful physique tocomplete the look, there was nobody in their right mind that would havesaid she had ever been a man.Lindsay waved away the comment. "Yes, well we all have our.