As I tried to force all of Parker down my throat, I started once again to gag. “You’ll get used to it with practice sweetie, and seeing how eager...you are, it won’t be long. Don’t worry, I’ll have you sucking cock like a pro in no time at all! “Sucking cock like a pro? I didn’t know how much I liked that idea but I sure as hell wasn’t going to argue the point with the point of a hard on jammed into my mouth. And I was enjoying it, there was no doubt about that. Now if I could make her. "That was the only thing ... my late husband and I quarreled about near the end," Raisha told me. "He did want more children—he prayed for a son. And, we tried... Believe me; we tried. I will have you know, I am a healthy young woman, and my doctor told me I was receptive to a man's seed. My husband could be vain at times, and he would not see a doctor concerning the matter. And because he was older, approaching fifty, I think he was secretly afraid ... if I did become pregnant, there would be. ” With that, I patted his cock one last time through his slacks, and then gently pushed him toward the stairs so he could drive home and I could go inside and deal with my husband.I adjusted my dress and pulled my boobs back into the top of my dress to cover them…. at least as well as this dress covered them…. then went inside to find my husband.I found Tony, my husband, sitting on the far side of the sofa, watching a golf tournament on TV without really seeing it. I sat next to him, leaning. Gramps figured it wasn’t worth the time and money to get it straightened out, so the family is stuck with Satanowski.”He grinned rather sheepishly as he admitted, “I’m not a son of Satan. I’m just a horny guy with a tanning booth in my basement that I can use to make my skin red for Halloween parties.”He brushed his hair carefully aside so she could see the nubs of the prosthetic horns.“I even have fake horns from Hollywood,” he continued. After another sheepish smile, he said, “I’ve got a.