She was nervous. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said. ‘I’m cool.’ More to herself than to me, it seemed. I blinked my eyes and she walked towards the...bed. She crawled onto the end of it, her breasts grazing my feet as she moved up, towards me. ‘So this is not what you expected huh?’ She smiled, timidly. No, it wasn’t. I’d known her almost a year and a half. When we first met, I asked her out immediately. A club, a bar, a show or concert, I don’t remember where it was and it doesn’t matter. She soundly. She was a petite gal of 5 ft 2, smallish chest and perfectly formed hips and thighs with a tiny waist to match. She was built like an athlete for certain, with good muscle tone and only a hint of body fat. She frequently dressed in short shorts and tank tops, heeding the advice of her older relatives who told her to showcase a good body before kids arrived.Andy and Julie spent the first few months after moving in working on the house, painting, re-arranging, moving furniture, stopping for. .. There she goes... wow, all the way down... her mouth and throat still amaze me every single morning... the way she angles her head slightly, the way she can control her throat to open fully... An experienced woman to say the least... the perfect blow job, the perfect cock sucker... the perfect mom. I'm 20 years old and still living at home as I go to the local university and my mom has my cock down her throat... all the way.That's right, my fingers are tangled in my mother's hair at 7:15am. Loose?" You told me you would've fucked me on the first date if I'd asked. Remember?"She looked guilty as charged and gave me a shy little smile."Is she better in bed then I am?" she asked quietly."Of course not. You're the best ever. You're very special, Kim." Special? So special you want to share me?" So special I want to marry you. No one's ever been that special to me." Marry me and share me with Dave? It doesn't make sense." It makes perfect sense to me. Dave and I have always shared our.