And Kay doesn’t like beer at all, does she?”“Either one’s good for me, thanks, actually, the Yuengling would be a real treat, and one or two s...x-packs should be more than enough. Don’t wanna get too wobbly out there, especially on an unfamiliar boat. And no, she doesn’t care much for beer. I was gonna stop and pick up a bottle or two of a decent white wine. She likes a little of that, once in a while. But you don’t have to get...”“I know I don’t have to, son, consider it a wedding present.”“But. I want you in me...but...some fun first." He bit his lip, sighing at his frustration, he shifted in his seat as his cock pushed uncomfortably against his pants. She ran a hand down his chest and down to his bulge, rubbing it lightly, teasing him while continue to breath hotly into his ear. "I don't think I can do this for long", he complained. "Tsk! Tsk!", she chided, "I think you can...just have some willpower. And drive straight!". He shifted deeper in the seat, both hands on the steering. Bertrand est un jeune homme de trente-cinq ans. Je l'ai toujours vu habill? avec des v?tements de tailleurs italiens hors de prix. J'ai toujours su que je m'?tais tromp? de carri?re... Visiblement il se sait beau gosse, et aime plaire aux femmes. J'ai souvent surpris le regard que Candy posait sur lui, alors que c'est ? peine si elle l?ve les yeux sur moi. C'est une jeune fille de vingt-cinq ans sans qualification que j'ai embauch?. J'ai pr?f?r? prendre le temps de la former pour la payer ?. A pinching sensation at the back of your head attempted to distract you from your work, but you ignored it. You also ignored the voice from above, from the owner of the cock. These things weren’t important. The cock that occupied your mouth and the cum that would soon be shooting out of it were important. The pinching pressure at the back of your head grew, and you felt resistance when you tried to continue bobbing back and forth. The pulsing of the cock suggested that this was because it was.