Thomas’ basketball shorts out of the clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn’t care. I was lost in my own thoughts...when I heard the front door open. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Thomas’ walking through the door.“Hey Michael, sorry I’m so late. I went out with the guys from the job site for some after work drinks and lost track of time. It was a good stress reliever. Were the kids okay tonight?”“Haha its okay Mr. Thomas. The kids have been in bed for hours and. "What I want to know," he said in a teasing tone, "is how you managed to not have any pictures of your breasts anywhere!"I did laugh as I shrugged, and then I gasped in pleasure as he took the lifting of my breasts as an invitation. He grabbed one and quickly lifted the swollen nipple to his lips.I struggled, but couldn't hold still as he passionately adored my tender flesh. His thumbs caressed, his fingers pressed, his lips and teeth teased, and he suckled and swallowed. Heat raced to my. When an artist loves, he loves so deeply and profoundly. They can touch you or just look at you in such a way that is so distinctively their own that you catch fire from the spark of need they create within you. You are floating among the stars, so close that you can almost reach out and touch them. The way you look even changes. You are beyond whatever you were before they claimed you. But, sometimes an empty coldness sweeps through that is so bitingly bitter that to curl in on yourself,. Only my whole ass wasn’t being ripped apart the way hers was being abused. “keep pushing. Don’t stop!” Bethany wanted this thing bad. As more huge rubber cock went up her asshole I had to move my hands farther up her back to keep my balance. I could feel myself squeezing her flesh hard to hold on. “more, more. Give me more. Fill me up!” she could hardly talk. This big dick must have been killing her. I couldn’t believe how much cock was inside now and there still was a whole lot left to go. I.