More exciting, more passionate. More thrilling. Not just loving each other, but being in love. All those things you used to dream about as a young gir.... The thudding heart, the racing pulse, the excited flood of adrenaline and not being able to wait for the next time we see each other.”I screwed my eyes shut again. After the briefest of moments of hope I’d fleetingly enjoyed just a few seconds ago, my heart was sinking yet again. It made perfect sense now. Jill’s failure to come home as. She opened the drawer and there, behind her mother's underwear, she found her mothers long pinkish hued vibrator. She took it with her, back to her own bedroom. She didn't bother to undress fully, she just slipped out of her underwear and threw it in the corner. As she lay on the bed, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, pushing the vibrator in her mouth, wettening it, readying it, while rubbing her clit with her other hand. She switched it on and brought the now pulsating tip, towards her. “Oh, and how would I go about doing that?” she asked playfully.He grinned. “Nothing says I’m sorry like a blow job.”Grace raised an eyebrow. “Then I guess you better take your cock out for me.”Mac laughed heartily. “Yes, ma’am.” Chapter Forty-SixGrace moved to the floor and got between his legs while he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out for her. There was something naughty about leaving the pants buttoned and on, just allowing his rigid shaft to come out and play.The decadence wasn’t. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I guess it was curiosity that led me to come to Horseville Illinois, I was watching the pornos that Gerry Frankel made with Harrie Bowvase and Amelia Timmins, and my girl Francine walked in on me, and damn it to hell if that girl didn't walk straight out on me out when she saw how Harrie was hung, "I ain't hanging around with a six inch cock when there's eight inchers out there to poke with!" she said and.