.. nevermind. I am owed sex tonight. By someone.”“I like that you are candid about your demands from the universe.”“Maybe I’m spoilt, what d... you think?”I am not sure why I said what I did next, but it seemed to catch her off guard.“Something tells me, that’s not quite true.”A little flutter in the fabric of her persona which she had so effortlessly and naturally mastered, as she turned and looked up at me with a glimmer in her eyes. Only a moment. And then back to whatever campaign she had in. She had a soccer mom thing going with that "I'm sexy but I don't act it" thing.She got down between my legs and engulfed my cock again. It felt so good to be back in a warm place! She had her hands on my legs and she bobbed on my cock skillfully. I could tell her tongue was getting a work out. She dropped down to my balls and got them both in her mouth. She kept rotating her tongue the entire time. She had clearly been to the pros. I wanted to test her and take it to another level. I raised my. “What do you think Alan, sexy enough”, she giggled. I gulped and agreed as I snapped a few more shots.I didn’t know where this was going but I sure was enjoying it and my cock was now was straining to get its full nine inches out the top of my boxer shorts. Cynthia, still with her back to me, stood up and unclipped her bra and discarded it. “Alan I think you are over-dressed. Have you still got your boxers on?” I admitted I did and immediately removed them. My straining cock was now free. She was on a make shift mattress so she just lay back. I had been expecting a well-worn pussy but hers was nice and tight. As I asked more questions I found out that Cynthia had been a virgin until a couple of weeks ago when my son talked her into letting him fuck her. They had both been virgins. Then he brought a friend with him and she didn’t like that but they fucked her anyway and they hurt her. Then they got two more boys to fuck her too and she didn’t like that either and again they hurt.