”“You feel good,” she replied. She stepped back and ran her hands over my upper body, my chest first, then stomach and finally up to my shoulder.... “I’m glad I asked for a paddling picture. Dang.” She squeezed my shoulders and then ran her hands over my upper arms.“I would have shown you earlier but I didn’t realize your taste in men was so superficial,” I joked.“Yup. That’s me. Seriously, mister, you really fill that shirt nicely. Wrap me up,” she said and stepped in close again, resting her. He casts a look over at Angela, who is sitting at the edge of the bed, though he can’t recall seeing her making any movement. “What the fuck is going on?” he asks and the words almost seem foreign to him.“Where are my manners?” Angela says smiling. “I completely forgot to make introductions. This is your daughter, Aurelia.”“My daughter?” he asks. And then the familiarity of her comes to him. She looks so much like Samantha it’s incredible. “But what’s going on?”“Something extraordinary,”. I finally had an opportunity to fulfill one of my oral fantasies recently. I was traveling out of town on business, and tend to only indulge in my cock sucking and feeding adventures on such trips which allow me to be totally discreet, and anonymous.Host at my hotel, that sort of thing. No chance of being busted by the wife or customers or friends when I'm on the road. I'm pretty new to sucking cock, having discovered my liking for this calling late in life at mid age, and just last year. . My heart went into a rollercoaster ride, beating 200 bpm. I could have sworn this had been the voice of Kim, our close, long and dear friend. As i tried to discard this thought (Kim and Pierre were the most conservative couple we knew) i relaxed a bit. But i kept as still as i could. Not daring to look up and find out it was in fact Kim. This would have been too much. The humiliation of me kneeling there and our dear friend Kim would have been killing. All of a sudden i heared someone running.