Looking back on it, I am still not sure what happened but it just seemed we both kept saying the wrong things. And each wrong thing we said, just anno...ed the other more and more. Eventually, we both got fed up and called the date over.So here I was, sitting in my nice new Lexus and driving home alone. Not that I had expected to get laid or anything, tonight; though it would have definitely been nice. I had hoped I might, though. I mean it has been a while since I last got any.My wife died about. He pulled up next to her, with practiced casualness, and made a witty comment about a couple of coworkers who were obviously a couple of drinks past their limit. Sharon seemed to be amused by his caustic sense of humor, based on past experience, so she took it in stride. The conversation went easily, relaxedly. Sharon was more of a pleasure to talk to than many of the women Martin would have considered prime bedding candidates.Then she asked out of the blue if it wasn't time for him to being. He gently tried to pull my legs apart and I softened my muscles to help him reach my treasure. He started caressing my ass crack with his finger and then he touched my clit. My body shuddered with ecstasy as he lightly pinched my moist pussy lips. I felt few drops of my pre-cum juice dribbling out of my pussy canal and making my crotch wet. He could perhaps see my wetness. Soon I felt him inserting his hand under my top. He started massaging the sides of my breasts. I moaned with pleasure and. "That's where you belong you little whore. On your knees, sucking a cock." But I'm not…" she was cut off by John shoving his cock in her mouth. "What were you saying whore?" he questioned her as he held a fist full of her hair holding her in place. She sucked his cock dry for fear of what he had done and could do to her again. He grabbed her ears as he forced his cock down her throat as he came hard. Cum dripped out of her mouth and nose as he let her go, throwing her back onto the.