" When she kissed me good-bye at half past five, she looked a lot sexier and vibrant than most 46-year-old housewives.I left the terrace doors open, s...ettled down on the living room couch and decided to call dad."Hi, son. Any problems?" No, not at all. Mary left for dinner with her girl friends, and I thought we might have a little chat. For instance about you taking a place in me. How it is done, and all." Oh. Have you decided to give it a try?" Yes. You have given me so much, since we made. Panicked, I hastily sat on the bench, bringing my blazer over my thighs and crotch, and pretended to be searching through my pockets. Gradually people started filing out of the changing room, and when at last I was alone I glanced under the blazer. Shit, it was a full blown erection, there was absolutely no way to hide the tent in my pants. Looking around to check I was alone I reached down and pulled it out. I knew I wouldn't be able to wait for it to go down, I didn't have enough time, so I. ?Agghhh, fucking shit, MAN, what a whore you are, Helen. What a WHORE youare.? He kept repeating that word. He kept repeating that word as my stomachmuscles convulsed with every repetition. He stepped back, mumbling to himself,presumably putting his dick back in place and tucking himself in. ?You can touch yourself now, whore. I know how wet you must be right now.God, isn't that fascinating?? I could hear him move behind me but my mind wasnow focusing on one thing only. ?Oh, wait, did I say. I had been made a bitch and slut of several other gents in the past. I sent him sexy photos of myself. He sent me photos of himself – I loved the ones of his big black 9" cock. I remember my mouth watering for it and the tingling sensation in my boy pussy while I looked at it lusting for it. We decided to meet up this evening for drinks at a gay pub in CBD in Atlanta. We chatted and drank and laughed. He was a good conversationalist. He placed his hand on my thigh several times feeling it.