’ Ann got up, finished off the bottle of apple wine, stuffed it under some papers in the overflowing wastepaper basket, and sat back down. ‘Anywa..., every other Saturday, I’d get up early, make myself pretty, then head over to the Perkins Passion Pad, home of Perkins the Pervert. ‘He’d let me in, take my coat, and offer me some coffee. The guy was a fiend for coffee. There’d always be somebody like B. B. King or Aretha Franklin on the stereo and we’d talk for a few minutes before he’d suggest. The company would pay for her ticket since I was staying in town. She was a little surprised we'd be staying with a couple she'd never met before, but I was also surprised at how quickly she agreed."Sure Greg, if my sister is available, I'll come down. I could use a long weekend."That Thursday we all met in Orlando.Jack's condo was awesome; vaulted ceilings with two bedrooms. There was a sunken living room facing a fireplace just outside the dining area, just off an open kitchen. At the other. ”“Good,” the boy nodded. “What did you want to see me about?”“I wanted to say that I’m sorry.”Macon thought that one over for a moment, and then nodded again. The judge gave it another go.“I really am sorry. When I had that heart attack and almost died, I took a look at myself and didn’t like what I saw. I decided to become a better man, and the first part of that is doing right by you and Miss Akron.”“OK,” Macon deadpanned. “I’m glad you had the heart attack, but I’m glad you didn’t die. She is very close now, and I beat his cock mercilessly while trying to keep the head in my mouth, licking it like a clitoris. My wife is staring at me, but her eyes are far away, now her back arches and she lets go a pulsating climax as strong as I have ever seen. She lets out a scream and shudders and I feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, pumping. I force my head down to the limit, every inch of him, and his cock beats against my throat and unleashes a flood of hot, salty cum. I had had a cock.