He felt like he had a reason to get up in the morning, to face the day and not hide in a bottle. ‘You saved me, you know that…’ He glanced at he... without thinking. Keni nodded. ‘Yes, but it’s more like we saved each other Harley…now keep your eyes on the road and lets get this precious cargo home…’ She gently stroked Leigh’s hair. Despite himself, Harley laughed. ‘I hate it when you do that…I feel like you’re some kind of mind reader…’ ‘No, just someone who loves you…’ The cell phone rang and. Palms against the wall, and had encircled the cock fucking me with his thumbs and fingers.I am not certain how long this all transpired. Time seemed to stand still at least for me. I could have stayed in this position, but all good things must end. i knew I was going to come and soon I did. I shot my sperm down his throat and he massaged my balls with his tongue, urging every drop of my cum to enter his throat.At the same time I could heard a moan and my mystery partner ¾ of an inch of plywood. “Haha Daddy.” Not even a titty fuck? Sure? S’up?” “Nah. Not this time. I just want to lay here beside you and hold you. Come ‘er.” I was twenty seven, and as I recollected, my father had not held me tenderly since that first night more than a decade before. I could only remember the fondling, pinching, clamping and being filled up with his cock inside me. Sometimes there had been his friends’ cocks inside me too. But never just laying there. Never just talking. I had been taught to get up. “As a keepsake.” She didn’t understand but her phone buzzed again and with a sharp intake of breath she put her hand over her mouth. It was unmistakably a picture of her head. Only the top and nose were visible, but it was undoubtedly her. It was taken looking down and it was obviously Simon’s taut stomach and cock. But there it was, the damning evidence, his big black cock in her mouth. Her head spun but she had to ask, “What do you want?”“What makes you think I want anything?” Simon’s reply.