I'm really kind of stumped. I mean, outside of bed, I like things to just be normal. Or at least I think I do, right?After a while, when it was time f...r Susan's turn to be fucked again, Alan came up with an idea. "Mom, what would you think if I tried to suckle you while we were stealth fucking? Do you think you'd like that?"Susan's breath caught in her throat upon hearing that. "What, so, you mean 'stealth suckling, ' too? Oh my! That sounds amazing! Let's try it!"He laughed. "What's with the. He was cussin' a blue streak at me while I pumped slug after slug in him but stopped real quick when I got him in the brisket. When he hit the ground I could feel the ground shake beneath my feet. I looked around to see if there were any friends of his around but the whole street was deserted. I should have known, he didn't have any friends. It's funny how a couple gun shots can empty a street quite quick I wasn't hurt real bad but you'd have thought I was hit with a cannon the way the ladies. You come over and stroke my hand. You say "You have beaten you, little friend," Do you, feel a pain in my chest ... Take my hand and rubbing uta the shorts on my chest. You see what I do, looking at me while you answer. "You okay with you?, You hurt where I will check it?". You look at me float my hand. Adding your hand on my chest ... Auuuu, call me. "Can you take off your shorts di so I can see" you looking at me, pulled up some shorts before you have found the answer. I stop you, looking. When I didn’t see her for some time, I made a decision. If I was wrong, the worst thing that would happen would be that I would end up looking like a fool along with being embarrassed as hell. For some unknown reason, that prospect didn’t bother me. I wrote my name and my cell number on a small piece of paper and kept it with me each time I went to work. The problem now, was how to get it to her without being too obvious. It must have been a couple of weeks after the conversation with Stella.