.........End of chapter one.He continues with the second part:okay, to the story:It's always tricky for me to continue work on a vision you have start...d, but it's a good challenge. Like painting a picture when someone else has selected the colors. I step over to the partition and give a soft tap with a knuckle. "Come over if you wish."There is a moment of silence, then movement and a few seconds later a woman enters our dressing room. She is perhaps 40 years old, small and slender. Her. Tim was grateful that his morning wood had faded away; he had been quite self-conscious about it on his way to the bathroom under Michelle’s full glare and delicious giggles.“You could have a nice long soak in my tub, you know, if we collect your clothes from your flat,” Tim offered, as he pulled his shirt back on, “It makes bubbles and is very relaxing. There is an extremely secure lock on the bathroom door, of course. Not that I have ever had much occasion to use it.”“I’ll think seriously. He was a machanic a biker and a boxer. Not the kind of man to be welcomed into the house of a consultant surgeon ( her dad ) and a company director ( her mother ). He was discribed to me as "ruff crude and working class".The plans for the wedding snowballed and the big day was only days away. A country Hall had been hired for the big day and we were to be married outside infront of the lake. It was a dream come true, everything was perfect. I was stopping in a small hotel a mile down the road,. O was really giving Ryan a good blowjob and he was in heaven. “Alright sweetie, now if you want to try a different kind of blowjob it’s called deep throat. If you just follow me, all you do is try to put as much cock in your mouth as you can. You might gag a little but the more you practice the less you will gag,” Mrs. O said, telling her daughter to try it. Just then, Mrs. O engulfed all Ryan’s cock and let it sit in her throat for a few seconds. Mrs. O repeated the act a few times until Megan.