He definitely had a way about him that made me seemingly want to please him. Most likely it was the scare of getting my ass kicked by the thugs on the...porch. Not really sure, but there had to be a way out of this. What did he mean by "I'll be in touch", I was sure I didn't want to see him again. I dried off and brushed my teeth and mouth...twice. I went to bed and tried to get some sleep; it was fitful at best.I went to work the next morning the normalcy of it helped me put the night before out. His huge head popped through into my rectum as Daryl fucked slowly into my butt, I just love the way Daryl would tenderly screw me when he wanted to. For the next hour Daryl slowly tortured me so sweetly as he fucked me with my legs around his body. He would stop grinding into me and suck gently on my nipples causing me to moan and groan with passionate lustful anticipation. I was nothing but putty in the hands of Daryl as he masterfully forced me to do everything he wanted. He would lift my. Sandy is going to take over doing the shoots with you."I was relieved. I still had a problem with Devin hitting on Nancy. Nancy had called me when she got back to Kentucky and told me Devin had called her several times. She had hinted that she might let him come visit her. That had really cemented my feeling that Nancy and I were done as more than just friends. It was for the best. The funny part was, I thought Devin and Nancy would make a great couple. I just didn't like how they had gotten. I laid one hand on the back of her head with just the lightest pressure to encourage her, fighting myself to not force myself down her throat in one stroke. She gagged again and pulled back to breathe. Her head went back down, deeper yet. I felt the head of my cock being squeezed. It must have been going into her throat. The sensations were overwhelming. Every muscle in my body seemed to lock up, I could feel the pre cum tightness in my balls. “Jenn,” I tried to warn her, “I'm going to . . .”.