I had to get away from the drunken fight I was having with my boyfriend. I had moved in with him a month ago, against the warnings from my family. The... told me that he was no good and was only going to cause me trouble. I did not believe them, like most young girls in love, so I moved in with him. For the first three weeks or so were wonderful. We spent time together. We took turns cooking dinner and picking what we were going to watch on television that night and we got to cuddle every night. I had this dim idea if he was going to bust me, I could claim I was taking a piss. I saw the guy, maybe 20 feet away. He was a heavyset man maybe in his late 40s, and he had his cock out of his pants, hand moving up and down the shaft. I realized this guy was getting aroused watching me, and almost came right there. Instead, I walked right up to him. Still a little nervous, I asked him, "Uh, what do you need?". "Blowjob", was all he said. I took his hard cock in my hand, and started to stroke. The force of his orgasm soon subsided, his mother sucking the last dregs from the eye of his cock before cleaning the spunk from his shaft and body.Finally she was satisfied that she had swallowed ever morsel. She sat up, turned to face him, then climbed astride him, sitting on his chest.“Was l good?” She smiled down at him. “I’d been watching him for over an hour, l’ve never studied a cock before. Even though you were sleeping it was as if he had a life of his own, he was like some menacing. As you put on fresh undies and sit on the bed in a cold sweat, the rumbling will begin just moments after you relax, then you’ll debate the merits of ‘sharting’ one more time — but recent experience will tell you otherwise — but by then you’ll be wondering if you have time to make it back to the toilet. Up you go again, on your tippy toes as lightly as you can, and you’re already counting down to the next launch after this one. After jug four, launches start coming as soon as you drag your.