She must have seen the misery on my face as she laughed and told me her husband would be home soon but why didnt I come round tomorrow at lunchtime to... do some more work on my plane? I couldnt believe it, was this woman inviting me round at a time when her husband was at work? Would I finally get the chance to see what sex was all about? I mumbled that I’d see her tomorrow and rode my bike home in a daze, all that night I tossed and turned and I must have wanked myself half a dozen times. I had. After the same thing happened for the next three or four months I felt I needed to say something. After making lots of excuses she eventually confessed she was addicted to the taste of cum. With a lot of coaxing she told me how it all started. Here is her explanation. When I was 14 I was living at home with my mum and dad and my 16 year old brother. dad was at work all day and during the school summer holidays my brother and I were always around. I started to notice than whenever my mu went to. It just came into view for her when she almost ran into Arnie Porto again."ARNIE! My God do you have to step right in front of me? Oh, a,... Well I have to admit I wasn't paying attention. Sorry. What are you doing here?" I came to make one more pitch for you to go away on Break with me." He said sheepishly."Well, it's nice to know that you think I'm just a whore who would go away with a man I barely know, Arnie. The kind of man I'm going to be with is the kind of man who would buy me a new car. In the heat of the moment last evening I had no time in which to admire the decadence and finish of this palace, it really was a stunning house. After opening a couple of doors I found my way through to large kitchen, beautifully modern and light with American white oak units and a stunning black marble worktop, the size would be enough to run a large restaurant out of I thought to myself. I flicked on the coffee machine giving thanks for the easy accessibility of all of the ingredients and.