"Do you feel guilty?" Brad asked.

"No, " I replied.

"Not even last week?"

"Nope! I will if I get caught but until then there is no reason to feel guilty."

It seemed like a reasonable enough explanation. That is until I was driving home and it struck me. I used to feel guilty when I was with just Brad and just thinking about cheating on him. How come I don't feel that way with Ean? How come when I thought about lying to Brad and going behind his back it hurt ME so deeply? How come it doesn't with Ean?

That conversation took place in my car at a store parking lot in between kisses. Until finally we gave into our driving passion and kissed each other as if we were trying to swallow one another up. Brad's hands were in my hair pulling tight and I was home. Yes home that is where I am when I am in his arms or when his fingers are wrapped around my long blonde strands. Soon I was groping between his legs searching for his cock. I found it there hard and waiting for me. "You want to suck that cock. Don't you?"

"Yes I do!"

Brad pulled down his pants. I bent over him and began sucking him right there in my car in the parking lot. It occured to me that this spot was probably a little more public than was good for me but I wasn't about to stop now. I started sucking his stiff cock working that bad boy for all it was worth while Brad delivered sweet nothings like, "Slut," and "Suck that cock whore, " and "swallow that cock" He grabbed my head and pushed it down over his hard cock. "Swallow it! Deep throat that cock!" I did as he demanded and swallowed every solid inch of that hot cock again and again until finally I gagged and had to pull back a little for a moment. Then I went right back to sucking it hard until eventually I made that bad boy spill his juices all over my tounge. Mmmmm, I so love the taste of him! His cum coated my tongue and I moaned like a whore in heat, so overjoyed by the event. Ahh just like old times with his hot cum filling my mouth.