"Hey, are you Shannon?" (my name i had been using for my CD chats) he asked me"Sure, nice to meet you Sandra" (the name he had used) We shook hands an... he motioned me inside. It was a really nice place, obviously his mom did something important to have been able to afford it. She must have some nice clothes to try I thought to myself.We started chatting and getting to know each other a bit when the conversation eventually turned to the reason I was there."So, you want to see what sexy outfits. But my cock is covered. She wouldn’t, would she? She keeps her eyes fixed on mine and gently licks the end of my cock like a lolly, pulls back, closes her mouth, then smiles. She reaches for my hands, palm to palm, pressing into the generous softness still on them. Smoothes it onto her forehead, her cheeks and chin, her eyes locked to mine all the time, then reaches up and gives me the same pattern.Back down again, she takes my cock straight into her mouth and sucks it clean, like there’s. If that’s being a whore, then I like being in love with a whore.”And with that his fingers began seductively squeezing her nipples and Gwen, within seconds, was writhing and begging him to take her. Her screams of desire and ecstasy filled the bedroom for hours.But Gwen was troubled. When Daniel was away and she could think clearly, the guilt returned. She knew they could not keep this up indefinitely. Robert was bound to find out sooner or later. They had already had a close call and it was. At the dinner table, his father across from me, my son had forced his hand beneath my skirt and all the way to my panty. As his father spoke about one of his partners at the office, my son had shoved his fingers in my sex! I had to dig my nails into the back of his hand for David to get the hint, to stop.David had not looked at me since, had done nothing to indicate he cared about what he had done after dinner. After supper, when his father went into the family room to watch the news, I.