Her husband, bless him, was the only man she'd ever taken in her bed: always with the light off and only in two positions; on top, or from behind. Ora... sex, to him, was a way of talking about it, not doing it - and he'd done precious little of either for longer than she cared to remember. She resolved to amend that tonight when they went to bed - if he had any energy after coming back from the pub. He left as soon as he'd finished helping her with the washing-up, taking Jimmy along for a few. Her tongue darted into the slit of my pee-hole. Her saliva ducts opened and she drenched the throbbing bald head of my manhood. Her tongue made slow, lazy circles around and around.My hands reached for her head. My fingers grabbed hands-full of long, curly, auburn hair. My mind argued in a fierce debate; should I pull her closer, or push her away? What the hell was a father supposed to do in a situation like this? I had no answer, so I just hung on for the ride!Kimie, my sweet. Most particularly, I want Charley Wilson. Well, what do you say?" I ain't never gonna tell ya nothin', ya bitch!" We'll see. You know that it's really not that important whether or not you tell me. I will find them just as I found you. If you talk, It will just make it easier. So, talk!"Ed Jones spat at her, but was too far away to reach her. Ethel nodded her head and sent her horse forward a couple of steps. As before, Ed was pulled from the ground and left hanging by his neck so that he was. It was long and hard and purple, quite beautiful to look at, and it tasted so good!I sucked on him every chance I got. Because I really liked sucking on him. And I loved the sound of his happy moans. I sucked him behind bushes, in the back seat of his car, on my parents’ couch, on his parents’ couch. He always let me know what felt really good to him, and what felt not so good too, and by trial and error and lots of practice, I got to be a pretty good fellatrix.I taught him how to go down on.