I felt the hot cum on the back of my throat before I even knew what was happening. Slim let out a long moan and continued to pump his cum down my thr...at. I was on a mission not to waste a drop of it, but it felt like 5 minutes before he finally finished. I had swallowed every bit. There was stunned silence around the table, but they all erupted in laughter and applause when I wiped my mouth and said one word, “YUMMY”.Well, you know there’s always somebody around to screw up a perfectly good. "It hurts so much," he rasped. His bony hand reached out to cover hers. He looked at her bowed head, at the silver strands that graced the dark hair. A single tear splashed on the back of his hand.When she finally looked up, her eyes were wet and her nose was pink. Something in him twisted at the sight of those tears. He always hated to make her cry."How can you ask that of me," she whispered, forcing air through the lump in her throat.His other hand came up to cradle her cheek. She closed her. "I wouldn't do that to Mom and Dad. Makes no sense. And Dave could afford it, but why?" She smiled. "We're going to get our preacher to do the vows with us in our back yard with our families and friends. You know ya'll are invited."Mizz Martha smiled too. "Me an' George got married in an army chapel in Georgia. Mom and Dad and my sister and a bunch of guys from his unit. I guess it stuck." She touched George's shoulder. "What's the last one? Forty-two years?" Yes it has. Hadn't always been. ’ He blew out a sigh. ‘For heaven’s sake, is your opinion of me really as low as all that?’ No. Not at all. Because I wouldn’t have asked him what I’d just asked him if it was, would I? But I didn’t say it. Couldn’t say it. ‘Why?’ I swallowed. ‘Look, I don’t have a low opinion of—’ ‘That’s not what I meant.’ Of course it wasn’t. I knew Drew of old—and there was no way in hell he was going to let me off the hook. ‘Why what?’ I muttered, playing for time. I felt his strong hands circle my wrists,.