I got into my car and drove home wondering what I was going to tell my husband about the scratches and Band Aids I was wearing. I concocted a story in...my mind that was shocking enough to be believable. And my mind was playing out what really had happened over and over again and what would have happened if I hadn’t been rescued. My feelings were odd and shocking. I shook them off.When I got home I told my hubby the business meeting was a success and when it was finished the other people there,. I love how my full balls felt in her hot mouth, pulling on them… sucking them, they were soaked with her spit as she began working on my cock again. I started fucking her mouth, she took my cock in deeper and deeper with each thrust. I felt her hands on my ass guiding me as I fucked her hot mouth. I needed to be deeper, I wanted to feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her sexy throat. I had to slow down for a minute, I didn’t want to cum yet so I pulled her mouth off for a minute and. When they took off the bandages and the wounds healed, there were barelyscars, but the scars above my chin (the little that there was) made mylower lip very pouty. They also had to fix up the wad of muscle thateveryone called the Adam's apple that was inadvertently damaged by Dad.To this day, I have virtually no Adam's apple.As I got older, I found my voice eventually smoothening out - the muscleswhich regulated the vibration of the cords (which I found out were calledthe Vocalis muscles). My missus Rita, was at work and his was away for the weekend. We both settled in his sitting room and watched TV. This was boring so we put a sexy video on and cracked open a bottle of Whiskey. It was not long before my cock started to get aroused and I noticed Toms was also. We both being good mates often talk about shagging each others partners. This conversation was being disscussed when Tom stopped talking and came over to the settee and began pulling his cock out. Stiff it was with a large.