The fact my mom had such a lacklustre reaction to her son receiving a blow job in public was quickly becoming normal. I wove my hands into Zuzanna’s... hair, gently encouraging her to go deeper and controlling her pace. It was a decadent, long, and indulgent blow job, rather than just a quick face fuck to get my rocks off.She started to gag and choke around my cock as I reached her throat. When the first drip fell from her lips, she pushed herself off me and pulled her gauzy half-tee off over her. Ironically a couple of months later I started going out with Kim, one of Karen's closest friends. We hit it off really well and although she was also a virgin there was none of the coldness and reserve which I had experienced with Karen. Sex came naturally and was wonderful, passionate and exciting and eventually we got married.We've been married for nearly thirty years now and whilst we've had our ups and downs it has been pretty good. We still see Karen two or three times a year. She stayed. I have been to the weddings of porno kings and super bowl victory celebrations. But I have never seen anything like the passion play that was going on in that house, have never experienced a sexual circus that was so absolutely without inhibition. All in all, it looked like something hieronymus Bosch might have drawn on commission for playboy magazine. As I continued to try to adjust my unbelieving brain to receive and process the messages my eyes were sending it, I found that my body was. We dressed quickly and went out to his car. Once inside, David grinned at me. "Take off your pants again little boy." Biting my lower lip, I obeyed as he pulled out into the road. My cock bobbed with every bump, every pothole. I reached for my member, hoping to fondle myself, but he slapped my hand away. "No. I don't want you to cum and chicken out on me." That won't happen, sir. I've wanted a big cock for so long..." I whimpered."I hope that's true, because that's what you're gonna get." he.