“I want you to go back now and lick her cunt for thirty seconds, but remember to pretend you are feasting on my bald, hot, wet vagina,” she says f...rcefully to get me back. I hardly needed that. She had me at “juices”, I dive in again. She gives me more of the continuous dirty talk, “Oh, sweetie, thrust it in to taste me and then flick around my clit. I want to grab you by the ears and squish my juicy box all over your face. I want to ride it up and down and get my hot wetness all over you. Dig. Also anyone who helped him buy the over the counter drugs. He made him the right offers and he made the right threats. When the interview ended I pulled Letter aside."Where did the tip come from?" I asked."What do you mean?" Letter asked."Where did the tip come from that led you to that house?" I asked. "You know as well as I do, he is hardly a cooker at all. Somebody gave him up to keep you from looking at somebody else. So who gave you the tip?" I can't surrender a source," he said. "There is. He undressed me and we got on the bed sucking each other in a 69 position. I was sitting on his face so Tom could not tell who my lover was. I licked Ed's meat from the base up to his big knob. Kissing the tip I slid my lips down his rock hard rod. Ed sucked on my clit as he nestled his nose in my wet box. Facing the door I saw Tom peeking in. In no time he had undressed and was stroking his cock as he watched.He looked with amazement as he saw his dad emerge from between my legs and slide his. ‘Coach Harding?’ Nate asked the man whose back was to him. A small man with grey receding hair in a crumpled royal blue polo shirt turned around and a smile spread across his face. ‘My boy!’ The man said opening his arms. Nate bent down to give him a firm embrace. ‘I need help,’ Nate said. Coach Harding smiled and nodded. ‘You want advice on navigating depth chart politics?’ Nate shook his head, ‘I think I’ve got that figured out.’ ‘Have you seen the news about…’ ‘I don’t watch crap like that.