He watched me examine his penis. “It’s cut,” he said to me. “Who cut you?” I asked innocently. “I don’t know. I didn’t get his name,�... he said playfully. I sucked his cock and tightened my throat muscles so that I wouldn’t gag on it. I took him in my mouth in a slow, steady rhythm, following his moans as I did so. I glanced up at him and watched him as he watched me please him. The intense look on his face as I sucked him made me more aroused. My clit was pleading for attention, but that would. And then, from a taunting voice moving towards the sidewalk from the street, "Isn't this the picture of domesticity? You're such a pathetic loser cuckold. You go out and cheat on me and your girlfriend gets knocked up by some other guy."I had a quizzical look on my face.She continued, "Oh, you didn't know? Go on, tramp, tell him."I thought to squeeze Karen's hand to keep her from getting involved in the conversation, but I realized she probably knew as well as I how to handle herself."And how. I didn't want to sitt on the not so clean looking chair, so i crouched down also ti have a peek through the hole, at this moment i needed to stady myself and used the gloryhole with a couple of fingers as holdWithin seconds my neighbour pushed his semi erected cock through the hole, i surely would have hesitated if it would have been a slower motion but like this i frlt i had no other joice than to take him straight in to my mouth and start sucking him hard.The strangers cock began to thicken. I'd had 'fuck buddies', of course I had, but these were usually ex boyfriends, where we'd decided that we were better friends than partners but the sex was too good to give up. Sex with a stranger was completely new to me, although appealing in some ways because of the lack of history between us. Still, I imagined my mother would be appalled, having brought me up as a good Christian girl with a pretty decent set of morals and mandatory attendance at church and Sunday School every week.He asked.