“Have you ever made spaghetti? I’ve got no idea what I’m doing?”“Seriously?” Emily goggled at him.Max laughed. “No. It’s fine. I actua...ly do know how to cook. Anne probably thinks I’m gay now.”“She is...” Emily trailed off.“Yeah. She is,” said Max. “New York is going to be a really rough adjustment for them.”“I know,” Emily sighed. “Do you think you could talk to Tucker? He could use a positive male role model right now.”“Me?” For the first time in years, Max’s voice cracked. “I’m not a. The show was wonderful anddespite my embarrassment I still enjoyed it immensely as I drooled overthe gorgeous gowns Albin wore through the production.We spent more and more time together over the next few months, she wouldmake the suggestions and I would go along with them. She seemed to enjoymy submissive nature and my wiliness to comply with her desires. Whenshe asked me to marry her I quickly agreed but explained that there wassomething she should know about me.One evening she came to my. " his mother moaned softly, as she drew her finger out of her mouth again. A long, white streamer of liquid followed. Jay goggled, knowing that it was too thick to be spit; it hung for a moment, suspended between her fingertip and her pursed lips, then snapped, flying back onto her chin, a pearlescent string that began to ooze its way down her face, towards her neck.His mother, his once-ordinary mother, ran her sticky finger over her lips, and as she did, they were coated with a thick glaze of. He looked down and said "Are you ready baby?" He stood up and pulled his shorts off. Dangling in my face was his cock. Not huge. About 7 and a half inches long. But it was thick. I reach up and grab his cock to guide it to my mouth. He said "Keep your hands off of my cock." " Use just your mouth" So I let go and kind of raise up on my knees to get to the top of his cock with my mouth. My lips glide over the head of his cock as I lower back down on my knees. I start bobbing my head back and.