I’d never really considered the implications of actually having a girlfriend. Yeah, I’d dated some, but I never thought about it in those terms be...ore.“Lissa is my ... our ... friend. She’s also my coach. If you’d just let me explain.” Melody held up her palm in front of my face. I cringed for a second thinking she was going to slap me. Then she pulled some gangsta rap thing on me out of the blue.“Talk to the hand, asshole. I’m not listening.” Then she stormed off and I didn’t see her again the. I have masturbated at least a thousand times since then and never come close to the sheer unadulterated pleasure she brought me during those tantric massages.But all good things come to an end, and Saturday evening Stephie boarded the train back to the city, leaving me in the sole care of my mother, Mrs. Rachel Crowder. (I refused to use my mother’s maiden name until the divorce became final in hopes that they would have reconciliation. They never did.)I was no longer bed-ridden, but walking. I was fully aware of the danger of getting into his car, but I was quite the rebel and thought I could handle whatever was to happen. I was certainly hoping it was going to lead to him plowing his dick inside me, as he was and still is very good looking! As we pulled into a hotel parking lot, I began to get very excited; I knew then what was happening, and I was looking forward to it! Once we got into the room, we started chatting and Mike turned on the TV. While we were watching it, Mike. I eagerly pulled open his boxers and pulled forth his monstrous cock. I was trembling with anticipation as I lowered my lips onto its now glistening head. He filled my mouth with its girth, but I enjoyed being stretched by it. I didn't get to play and tease his cock for long though. He was as eager to be in my mouth as I was to have him there. He took control and let me know that he was in charge. I had never had a man talk dirty to me the way he did. His vulgarity really excited me. I made.