After about half a minute down her throat, he pulled back enough so she could breath. Although her mouth was still full of cock, at least she was able...to catch her breath by breathing through her nose. There were long streams of tears running down her cheeks and she was whimpering quietly. “Now, lick my cock. Lick it like you mean it.” He said, snarling at her.Although hesitating at first, she eventually started to lick the massive head in her mouth. Not with any effort, just up and down and. It so suited his eclectic tastes. Turning off the water and placing her tea next to the tub, Rebecca stripped off her clothes as she entered the bedroom. She was removing her panties when she glanced at the bureau.The dresser had been cleared of its normal knickknacks. Instead, a red sweater lay on the surface. On the sweater lay her walking stick. She fondly remembered cutting it with Doc before she left on her trip and his instructions on how to care for it. But the scene was not a pastoral. Licking my way up, I slowly worked my tongue magic up his fat shaft. I could hear him hiss as I got to the big mushroom head, still covered in a copious amount of foreskin. Just using my tongue, I worked my way inside of the skin, tasting a build up of precum. I licked and played around for a while until I knew it was driving him crazy. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I began to work my way down his cock. It was a lot fatter than it looked and I had a little trouble working my way. Playing soccer twice a week at the time so I was reasonably fit and in good shape!I was on holiday with my new wife of six months touring the south coast of England for a week. Sue my missis was 3 years younger.At the time, a mate of mine was in the navy and stationed in Gosport with his wife and two young boys. He was away at sea at the time but I had known his wife Sarah for many years when we lived in the same town, so she had invited us to drop in on our travels and stay the night.It was a.