So i told her that I knew how to tango and salsa so she wanted me to teach her. So i jumped at the chance to get to hold her hand a little and put my ...rm around her. I was going through the various dances and somewhere between the salsa and tango we were dancing very close. I had my hand on her ass and it was becoming the best day of my life. She looked up and said that she was very happy that i was there and i just looked at her and winked. We danced a little more and are hips were swaying. Well... they made such lusty imagining that much easier."Tell me, James," mom asked pointedly. "Did you ever do more than imagine pretty girls? Did you ever try to get somewhere with one of them? I'm sure you used images of the prettier girls in your class in your masturbatory fantasies."She was right of course but I wondered how she knew. Unfortunately I'd never done more than imagine making out with girls. To the best of my knowledge none of my buddies had done more than imagine getting it on. Having owned a cock just moments before I knew where to go first. I kissed, sucked and licked his frenulum. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and groaned as I continued to do so. Each lick, suck and kiss of warm wetness that I gave seemed to orchestrated a moan a groan or a deep exhalation of breath from him. This turned me on and made me want more cock in my mouth.I opened my wet mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I planned on playing with it with my tongue but once. Before our next visit to the shelter, neither one of us brought up the subject of me fucking Marcus, and I just figured that we would take it one step at a time.We went to our next visit with Marcus the following Wednesday, and the routine was pretty much the same as the first visit. I was giving him his sponge bath while Ed stood behind me, and it almost seemed like Ed was giving me a little more space, just in case I wanted to take things further. When it came time to wash Marcus’ penis, I.