I didn't like that part of it, but I my lust for contact (and yeah, boobs) outweighed my indignation. So I remained one of the faceless crowd of peopl... in those rooms asking for them to show us tummy or bra in hopes of more and angling for any little response to my comment, for her to focus, if only for a moment, on me. And in my anonymity, I could avoid thinking about her as a real person. She was just my fantasy girl and I didn't have to worry about anything bad happening to her.But that all. “You need to break out of your routine, Kat. Every day is the same! You get up, you jog, you have a yogurt for breakfast, you go to work and let that slimy-little-cretin-of-a-boss dump all his responsibilities on your plate, you come home, you watch Law and Order while you eat dinner, and then you go to bed. What kind of life is that?” “Well, geeze, Danni, why don’t you tell me how you really feel.”The sarcasm on her tongue soothed the sting of her friend’s words, but the truth behind them. Miranda was giving me the kind of oral I had craved, and missed, for years. Vicky had never been comfortable giving head and it had been over a decade since I had even tried to coax some out of her.“That’s enough,” I finally said, pulling my cock out of her mouth, “It’s time.”I released Miranda’s hands so she could get down on all fours but left her blindfold on. My neighbour was wet, and I was hard and horny, so there was no need to ease into it. I just dropped to my knees behind Miranda and. “Oh fuck that feels so good Mum.” Mark moaned, and I could feel his hips rising and falling in time with every bob of my head.God his cock was the best I had ever tasted, so smooth and hard, with a faint musky scent from his maleness filling my nostrils in an intoxicating aroma. I allowed one hand to aid me in giving my son a blow job, stroking the shaft up and down in the same rhythm as my hungry mouth, while my other hand sank between my thighs and began to swirl and rub my fingers at my clit.