’ ‘No I’m not, that’s just a front to stop me feeling bad about myself.’ She squeezed my hand. ‘Can I make you a cup of tea or coffee?’ ... asked to change the subject. ‘I’ll make us a cup of herbal tea, I seem to drink a lot of the stuff but I have to warn you, it’s an acquired taste, you mightn’t like it.’ She stood and I followed her to her kitchen. The sunlight penetrated the thin fabric of her dress and I realised just how desperately thin she was. She filled the kettle and switched it on. Cutting you off, she askedcalmly."Are you wearing them?" erm, yeah," you replied meekly, taken back at Patricia's cold behaviour"let's see then," she responded impatientlyYou pulled your jeans down a bit exposing the pink panties you werewearing."Good," she nodded as she lit a cigarette, you noted the impliedhostility of not offering you one "At least you can follow instructions.Last night I was going to call Mary and let her know what happened, but Ithought I'd give you a chance to make it up. Fortunately, mom had a good position in her uncle’s business and was able to get by on her independent income. She was also able to keep the house and car.My problem really started the afternoon of my sixteenth birthday when I walked the 17 year old next door neighbor girl home from school. Beverley, or Bev, as everyone called her, was 5’ 3”” she had what was called dishwater blonde hair in a pony tail, brown eyes and big breasts, about 110 pounds.Bev was telling me that she had just broken up. Then I push my head forward, letting the shaft of his solid cock slide into my mouth, the mushroom head entering my throat.I draw my head back so my lips are again at the base of the head. Then I slowly begin sucking up-and-down, working my mouth over his glorious, thick, young cock. Jake moans slightly, but still never takes his eyes off the computer screen where Blake Mitchell and Evan Parker are spit roasting some nameless twink. This is the kind of thing that turns Jake on and as he watches.