She started to pull him out of her mouth, knowing that she should stop and let him get back to writing. She tried to push down the disappointment she ...as feeling. She was doing this to help him.“No, baby, don’t you dare stop,” he grunted, still tapping away on his laptop.She smiled, and went right back to devouring his glistening cock. She slowed down, taking her time to lick his shaft with her flattened tongue, giving him the incentive he needed to keep writing.She knew that if she could make. Stephen seemed to black out for a moment before coming-to and then breaking into a broad silly grin, like a young lad who’s just enjoyed his first blow-job. I suppose we just drifted off to sleep after what had been a frantic couple of hours. Now fully awake I visited the loo before opening the curtains to let some light into the bedroom. I set the camera on my phone to record and placed it in the opening of my handbag before setting the bag on the bedside table. The camera had a good view. That was when MaskMaster revealed what he had in his hand. It was a faux female pussy,as bald as the rest of Comet's body. The made-over male understoodthat it was made of the same stuff as one of Mask Master's impossible-to-detect disguises. The creative bad guy pressed it over Comet'sdiminished penis and scrotum, fitting it snugly, so that Cherise wouldbe able to urinate through it (while sitting down, of course) and soComet's junk was neatly packed away in a certain manner."Don't worry,". “Here taste”, I said. I took a finger and rub some off my face and stuck into her mouth. “That’s what came out of me??” I explained to her about the G-Spot. She finally mustered enough strength to sit up. She hugged me for what seemed like 20 minutes. And all the time saying, “Thank you! Thank you!” I responded, “my pleasure! Let’s just say it was my Christmas present to you.”With that we fell asleep in each other arms. Luckily, we set the alarm clock. It went off at 6:00am. Heather scurried.