Both phones were on the counter, side by side, being charged. Not really giving it any thought, I picked up the phone with the message and I got the s...hock of my life. The message that was displayed said something to the effect of “WOW that was the best BJ ever!” No one has ever deep throated me before.” I was stunned. Obviously, I held Paula’s phone in my hand and not mine. I don’t know how I was able to think at that moment but wanting to know more I replied “really”? And I added the Emoji of. He said he was going to tidy the kitchen and then he would be up to tuck me into bed and say good night. That was perfectly fine by me and I innocently thought nothing of it. I went upstairs and into the spare room I was staying in. I quickly undressed and changed into my nightdress, one of those long t-shirt nightdresses that buttoned all the way up the front. Jumping up onto the bed I sat leaning against the head-board with the pillow behind me, my bare legs stretched out in front of me. I. It was very late and we were both sleepy and so he snuggled up and spooned me and dutifully rubbed my shoulder as I had requested. His firm grip in me turned me on so much that before I even realised It, I was moaning softly and backing in to him, wanting to feel him even closer. He alternated from massaging firmly to tickling my neck and it made me squirm and squeal, making me rub up against him. He know what he was doing and I was willing to let him take control. I felt his fingers slip under. And looked at me with a surprised expression."Shit Coop! You been workin' out? That fuckin' hurt!" He asked, rubbing his sore arm. He looked proud. He protected me from all the bullies through middle and high school, and always bitched at me to toughen up a bit, and it seemed to sink in. I was a far cry from the skinny little nerdy k** with the huge cock I was then.I nodded, and flexed my arm for him to see like a little boy wanting approval from his father. He grabbed my bicep and squeezed..