It was never for me. By the end of the year, we rarely spoke. Didn’t have a sexual encounter again until March, when he called me one evening when ...his plans for the night fell through. My mom was out. I invited him down and sucked him in our front foyer, just inside the door. He said I still gave the best head and promised to call again, but he didn’t. At the time, I can tell you I hurt. It wasn’t a lovesick thing, nothing like that, just disappointment at feeling discarded. That spring, I. “Didn’t you know it’s rude to peep through keyholes you naughty boy?”Steve’s hard on was gone in an instant realising he’d been caught by a stranger.“I can explain.” Stuttered the flustered and embarrassed Steve, his right hand still gripped tightly around the shaft of his now flaccid penis.He looked over his shoulder at the source of the voice and saw a petite blonde lady in her forties dressed in nothing more than a pair of stockings and suspender belt and a quarter cup black bra. She turned. She is one of these girls who love giving a blow job. She started cupping my balls. And spat on my cock in a line. .She moved her hands to and fro on my cock with her spit and gently started keeping her tongue on my dick. She licked both sides and then slowly started taking it in. . She never touched my cock with her teeth. . It was awesome. .Till date she is the only girl who has deep throated me when fully hard. .She went on for a while licking my balls sucking it in, and then i had to come.. I again opened the wardrobes and took out some really sexy almost slutty outfit. A black red pleated mini skirt, black stockings combined with red fishnet stockings, a black tank top combined with a black PVC-corsage and after some more searching I found some beautiful black knee-high plateau-boots. I put on some make-up, sent the girly-Jack photos to my e-mail account and went with the photos in my hands into the living room. As I entered Jack was lying on the couch watching TV. I sneaked.