"I didn't. King did. If you want to thank someone, thank him." By this time King had padded back and was looking at the woman with deep sympathy showi...g in his eyes.The woman looked at the tiger and just managed to say, "Thank..." when she lost consciousness."Can ... Do you think ... Will they be able to save her, Mistress?" King asked. "I tried my very best..." King," Marty said softly, "you were utterly perfect! If anything happens to this woman it would only be because we didn't get here. "Tell her to get on your dick," Mr. Moore whispered. "Tell her to fuck you with my cock up your ass."He slid his hands higher, gripping my shoulders and pulling me all the way down on his erection. He wouldn't let me move up and down at all, but only rock my butt on his lap. My dick stood strained upward, all of five inches long, hard and pointing at the ceiling. My balls ached, they were so ready to explode."Mom..." I groaned. "Fuck me ... Fuck my dick..." With my cock up your ass," Mr. Moore. I'll call you maybe next week sometime. Maybe." I couldn't believe it but I yelled OK! to him. I wanted his cock so fucking bad right now. What was it going to hurt if his friends watched him get a blow job from some bitch in her car. I'm sure most of them thought it was my slut wife anyway from the car. Phillip walked back to the car and I instantly reached out and started undoing his pants. The dropped to the ground and he stepped forward as I took him in my mouth. It was so hot knowing. It was probably 9 inches. He always stood at the urinals. I saw him several times, but I got to suck him off just once - he only liked jacking or getting sucked. I loved his cock as it was very hard and yet still soft. He shot a big load. I wanted to have him fuck me one day, but it never worked out. I did get fucked a few times in Sears, leaning forward against the partial divider wall that separated the urinals from the sinks. And I fucked a guy in his 30's who wore cowboy boots and.