I was texting a response to something she said as we were ending our conversation for the night. Then, without thinking, I typed, ‘I love you. Have ... good night and great dreams.’ Then, just as I hit the SEND button, I froze. But it was too late. I had sent my own declaration of love. And after a moment of panic, I realized it was true. I had fallen in love with the woman portrayed in our conversations, a woman less than half my age. I had broken the rules. I had no idea what she looked like,. She could not help but notice the bulge in his pants. “You should try some,” he had said in an accent that thrilled her ears. He had produced a small but sharp knife from his pocket and sliced a piece of peach. He had held it in front of her lips, and she had licked the fruit off the dull end of the blade, holding him with her eyes until she swallowed and smiled. It was the hottest thing any man had ever done for her and she knew her panties would have been soaked, had she been wearing. "Well," I said as I lowered my head onto his lap. I put my hand down his pants and fished out his cock. Even in its semi flaccid state, it was much bigger than most men at full erection. I took it into my mouth, and instantly it started to harden. It was a long way from its twelve-inch mark, but I knew within seconds it would be in my throat.Most men watching football and getting a blow job was a dream come true, but for out Matt, it was a typical football day. It didn't take much for one of. He told me that there were two problems here and he would deal with the hard one first. I nodded. David's fingers worked swiftly on the buttons of my hipsters. My cock sprang free, open lips and a warm mouth greeted it. He bobbed greedily on my shaft; hands slipped from my waist onto the top of my jeans then slid them down off my hips. These warm soft hands cradled my buttocks, fingers searching the cleft between them. A digit stopped on my anus gently probing to see if I was a virgin of not. I.