She still had a slight German accent even after thirty three years in the States. Her five foot, three inches contained one hundred ten pounds of pure...energy, that was constantly recharged by her hobby of running marathons.Her husband Samson ("Don't call me Sam!") Elliot was just the opposite. Like the biblical hero he was named after, he was a six foot five inch, two hundred twenty pound hunk of solid steel. He was the working owner of one of Cleveland's largest general contractors. Samson and. Slurp slurp bobbing my head back and forth taking it in a little deeper with each stoke. His groin finally pressing to my lips as i work his shaft with my lips. It only took a few minutes before he unloaded his thick gush of cum down my throat. I clamped my lips tight around him milking it and making sure none of his sweet cum spilled out. His cock pulsating as he squirted over and over. Looking up with a smile as he zipped up "thank you Michelle" he said "My pleasure honey" I went back to. I wanted to see how many different ways I could rub it and stroke it and admire it all at the same time. Reporter: What were some of the ways you massaged his penis?Girl: Of course I had never seen all the things a woman can do to a man’s cock but I knew that any kind of friction would feel good to him. I took my thumb and fingers and massaged the head, alternating between rubbing the head and squeezing it. From time to time I would lean over and plant a kiss or a tongue lick on the shiny head.. ‘I was quiet and I didn’t pinch Tom once and I sang every song.’ I bit the inside of my lip, trying to keep from laughing out loud. Maddy had indeed sung every song. Very loudly. With lyrics she made up herself, most of which had multiple mentions of unicorns and cupcakes. Nate reached forward and did up the zipper on Maddy’s coat. Her mittens stuck out of her pockets and he pulled them free and helped her into them. ‘Good for you. Did Adele sing too?’ Maddy didn’t even notice the fact that.