As my cock high faded, all the shame and self recrimination started to come crashing down on me. I had just sucked a cock! And I fucking loved it! Tha... made me a cocksucker...as in forever. How was I ever going to look a man in the face ever again? I was wrestling between never doing this ever again and cursing myself for licking my lips to get one last taste. Finally, Isabella broke through my cloud of confusion, lifting my heads to hers, and giving me a soft kiss on the lips.I felt that same. ‘I … uh… I’m, I’m Alan,’ he managed to stutter, ‘and you…you’re…’ ‘And who do you think I am?’ she inquired with a wisp of a smile on her lips. ‘You’re Sarah Corrington,’ he gasped. Alan thought to himself, ‘this must be a dream.’ ‘So you know me?’ ‘I know of you, and have wanted to meet you for so long now,’ he blurted out before he knew what he was saying. It seemed silly to be saying such things to her of all people. She looked at him with a grin that melted his heart. She spoke to him lowly. ' Tommy came closer straddling my thighs his huge white phallus standing out from his body invitingly bobbing up and down. I started to open my mouth to protest but Tommy raised his finger to his lips and whispered 'ssshhhhh don't say a word...' at the same time he placed his left hand on my head and pulled me gently to his throbbing piece of manhood. I looked at his penis as it neared and Tommy said '...damn I love it when you look at my dick cross eyed. You look so damn sexy...' I looked up. The house was as beautiful inside as it was out. Would you like to come in for a coffee she asked, yes please I said with a smile, it was only polite to except such an offer. She took her shoes off at the door I followed suit, it wasn’t right trampling dirt through her lovely home. She took me into the living room and said to make myself comfortable, she limped through to the kitchen, would you like some help I called, no I’m fine, you’ve done enough.I sat back into the couch, it was really.