It was wet and warm.He began bobbing up and down sucking as he did. When my cock hit the back of his throat he relaxed for a second and then forced hi... head down letting my cock enter his throat. It was like entering a very tight pussy. I could not help myself, I began bucking up into his mouth forcing my cock deeper into his throat. Soon he was taking my entire eight inches. I was fucking his throat with such gusto that drool began to leak from his mouth and his eyes began to water.It was not. In the murky rainy gloom, without a streetlight for miles, I really couldn't get a very good look at her, but she didn't seem to have a knife or any other sort of weapon in hand that was itching to bisect my throat."Well, that's not a 'no', so I guess we can still become friends. I'm just ... visiting here, really not much more than a passing stranger. A death in the family ... murder, actually." Her voice was low and sort of wispy, but I could clearly understand her every word."I'm fairly new. The girls had a very good time and Cheyenne loved eating Evelyn’s freshly fucked pussy. Me, I sketched like crazy and fucked Evelyn a second time in the missionary position before she went home.Terri spent the night so that she would be there for our Sunday morning session with her tongue in my wife. We got started right after breakfast. I took digital pictures and measurements. Cheyenne watched the whole time. She had not seen me sketch out the painting first and found it fascinating. My wife. . uh, horny people." We do?" said Saul. "I thought you said..." Shut up, Saul."But Saul continued, "Well, I want to send some of your horses and some of your erotic drawings to my dad. He'll tell us what he thinks. And I also want to send some of the erotic and some of the explicit drawings to a couple of people I know who deal in erotica. Maybe half a dozen to Dad, and two or three each to the others."Tom spoke up. "Saul, can I suggest something? Let's call the anonymous drawings 'Erotics, '.