To George, who had given life to it, it was remarkable. ‘Wow!’ She admitted to the head. ‘You need a name, I think.’ And it did need a name�...it needed identifying, so that it would be less surprising. It needed to be christened ‘ATTILLA!’, or ‘RAPE!’, or ‘MUSTARD GAS POISONING!’. It needed police protection and immediate counselling. George was twenty-seven, and she thought like an artist. No, she thought like an Artist, and that was because she was one. George was an Artist. Georgette’s. Johnny angled his cock downward, and jacked off, sending the boiling come juice across his mother's tongue and over her face. He finished up spewing into her mouth. Peggy didn't swallow. Sheheld her mouth wide open, tasting his come juice as it filled. She closed her eyes with pleasure, purring with heat. Johnny stopped coming, and looked down at his mother's upturned face. His come juice was pooled inside her mouth, and Peggy swallowed it at last, making a soft sound of pleasure. Her lovely. His cock is 7" not real thick but not skinny by any means. His nuts sag nice perfect to suck on he keeps his balls shaved and pubes trimmed. when we met for the first time he let me in took me to his spare bedroom where there was a TV is was on with some porn playing a couch and a chair in the room it was his entertainment room. we sat on the couch together got to know each other a little first. When he said well I guess you are here to service me right I said yes sir. he said he likes that I. This wasn’t one of my rooms, but since the other nurse on the unit was at lunch, I was covering and answered the call. The patient was asking for some pain medicine and so I went and signed it out and brought it to his room. He was in bed, complaining of wrist pain – he had 2 broken wrists, in casts from a fall. I gave him his medication and was getting ready to leave the room when he asked me to help him pee. Having a cast on both arms made it almost imposable to pee on his own, so I.