She gobbled it up the second it got near to her, it instantly became clear she was an expert at this. I don't mean to brag, but I'd consider myself to... be above average in the cock department- check my galleries for proof of that! But in all my years of fucking, maybe two girls have got close to the base of my cock whilst giving me a blowjob.Here I knelt, in the back of a Range Rover, whilst some masked stranger swallowed every single inch of my cock. At the other end of her body, my best mate. “You know what you’re doing, you reacted immediately when something went wrong—saving my life, by the way. It’s always better to ‘get back on the horse’ right away. If you delay, you’ll grow ever more doubtful. It doesn’t get easier, and nothing restores your confidence like discovering nothing’s changed.”“You really think that’s best?” she asked, cocking her head. Abe rubbed his forehead, not venturing an opinion.“Absolutely!”“All right, I’ll do it,” she answered, more confident than she’d. She was nervous about the date. After so many years of an unhappy marriage and a fairly recent separation she wasn’t at all sure that this was a good idea. Meeting a man she barely knew at his home was a difficult thing to be doing but mutual friends had reassured her he was trust worthy. All her life she had reacted to stress by going in head on and as soon as possible. ‘Get the hard bit over as soon as possible’ was her motto. She arrived at his home about twenty minutes early and was. I put my head in my hands and shook it. This was an impossible situation, made even MORE impossible by Carla telling Rachel I was her father. There was literally nothing I, or anyone else, was going to be able to say that would change Carla’s mind. And there was nothing she could do or say at this point which would change my mind, or my wives’ minds. We were ALL missing something. I wondered if there was a way to discover what it was.“Carla,” I said. “Let’s think back to March of 1984. You.