I mean you aren't getting... wait a minute. You are getting laid. You met someone didn't you?” Jeanette asked. I started to panic a little. What if ...he was actually on to us? “Well it's just some guy I met a couple weeks ago. I don't think you know him,” I replied. “OK, who is he?” Jeanette asked. I couldn't tell her the truth. So I just made something up. And I'm not very good at lying. “His name is John Smith,” I replied. Then she just started laughing. She obviously knew I was full of shit.. She’s wearing a white dress accented with small reddish flowers along the bottom hem. Her stockings are white and shoes are black with clasps of gold. Her hair barely reached the tops of her shoulders and swung gently as we grew closer to the smiling crew of persons. The euphoric feeling they all had been bathed in fell away leaving all of them with expressionless faces. Their eyes looked tired and wrinkles became more obvious, even their postures slouched as each stood. One of them remained. .. Can I just nap here for a few hours?Then, I want to take you out. Let's have a real date! Wecan both get dressed up, and find a really nice restaurant,and maybe take in a movie. You know, a real date-typedate!" That sounds wonderful!" I replied, already wondering whatto wear, "and of course you can sleep here!" Any time youlike! I thought silently.We lay together for a time, and presently I heard hisbreathing become regular."Kevin?" I said softly. No reply.I got up and pulled the blinds. He was pumping his cock in my mouth for what seemed like forever (probably only a minute) before he held my head all the way down and began moaning and then started cumming in my mouth. I was not expecting this warm gooey liquid squirting into my mouth, so I started gagging but he told me to swallow it. It had a weird taste to it, a little salty but not over powering. I actually enjoyed the taste of it. He squeezed the rest out of his cock into my mouth and pulled his softening cock out. I lick.