While I finished my salad I re-read the text and responded back. After exchanging a few messages, we agreed to meet that afternoon at the rental in j...st another hour. I finished my lunch, responded to emails, read the news, relaxed a little, and headed over the rental house. As I approached the front porch of the rental, I was happy to see the house matched exactly to the description in the ad. It was a cute brick bungalow with huge mature trees, ample parking, and a fenced private yard. They are full today waiting for more pussy." As she sucked his balls he held her head tight to him keeping the balls in her mouth. "That's it baby. Suck those balls for me. I love how fucking nasty you are. You are such a dirty mama." He let her suck his balls for a while then he pulled her back to his cock and began throat fucking her gagging her with his big cock. Then he pulled her face tight to his stomach as he let his huge load of cum run down her throat.He pulled her to him and began. ’ He said as the doctor escorted him to the gurney and pulled the bloodstained sheet back revealing the face of the woman beneath it. ‘Oh God! What am I gonna tell my wife?’ Josh cried and then fainted after telling the doctor her name. When Josh came to, he was in a chair and his wife was by his side. She knew the fate of her sister but had yet to see her. ‘I want to say goodbye. I have to see her.’ She cried to her husband who stood with her when the sheet was once again pulled back. ‘The. We can’t just put a street poet up there, now can we?”“They do it here.”Preston rolled his eyes.“This is not national television, Claude. The poets who perform here will never make it, and I don’t mean to offend anybody here, but these poets are street poets. They’re nowhere near to being scholarly enough for a national television show.”“What about me? I’m a street poet.”“Let me explain this another way. Do you like basketball, Claude?”He could have said ‘no,’ because he never liked basketball.