”After the waitress left, Callie glanced around at the different customers, wondering what their stories were. The writer in her conjured up differe...nt scenarios and story ideas.Just as her gaze had made it around the room to the entrance, she saw a man of about six-feet with a body that would make any woman wet her panties – including Callie, who was recently divorced and had sworn off men. His brown hair was cut short and spiked on top. Their eyes met and Callie felt her face getting red so. "Tell me how bad you want it, Liam." Mia snaked her hips, grinding her cute peachy butt against his crotch.Without warning he grabbed a fistful of her long, dark, wavy locks and jolted her head back. Sliding his other hand around her throat he slowly squeezed, causing her to gasp for breath. "So fucking bad, I'm gonna ruin you, girl." Suddenly, Liam tore her tight white shirt open, ripping the buttons from the material in one swift motion. Her sheer white bra was exposed, as was her devastating. I don't know how long she had my cock in her mouth before she finally took my erection out and requested, "Son, I desperately need to taste your cum. I don't mean to be crass or anything, but I love the taste of cum. Your dad used to fulfill this need. So please, I want you to shoot a big full load of your cum down my throat. Think you can do that for Mommy?"Still feeling like a horny teenager from every eighties sex comedy, I just babbled a bunch of incoherent words that implied yes.She took. "Her aplomb surprised me. "What would you like to know?" My expression made her laugh again.I recovered and said, "Am I to infer from your question that you could teach me a few things?"She looked at me over the rim of her mug. Her blue eyes danced with mischief. "Maybe." Probably. You are, after all, robbing the cradle," I conceded."Hah! You're more mature than my ex-boyfriend, and he's a college sophomore." Pretend I'm a blank slate. Pretend I'm pliable and amenable to training. If you wanted.