It’s not often that someone has taken me so deep in their throat that their nose is pressed into my pubic hair. I asked her, knowing she couldn’t...answer with a full mouth, “Where did you learn to deep throat.” I wondered how many boys it took for her to master that skill. I think I actually felt a little jealous. Not for long! She just smile through her eyes and continued on rising and falling on my shaft. I was so close but I didn’t want it to end this fast. I grabbed Chris’s head and pulled. Yet even so, and steaming drunk as he himself was, he could not tolerate the thought of fucking Ellen, for Ellen was his own lovely daughter, his own flesh and blood!Yes, that she was: Delicious flesh and hotly circulating blood. He had to respond in some way, but he would absolutely not fuck her. Do not cross the line into action; do not cross the line into action, the reminder rang through his head. Yet he was going to cross the line... a little... just a little... into action. But no. Then she asked _my friend if he thought she was too old to wear a dress that short as she looked down at her legs. He told her not with legs like hers and wished his wife would wear short dresses and skirts for him. She told him it was nice that he thought she had nice legs and laughed and added she was wearing pantyhose and that hid all the flaws.Then he told her he loved woman's legs in hose and used to enjoy when his wife would them too. She asked him what was it he liked about pantyhose. He. " Anne-Marie said giggling.Mike thought about this little charade and as he reached for the "Y" key he became apprehensive. A wave of foreboding swept over him. "What if all this were true." Mike said to himself. "Silly" he thought. "I don't believe in magic."Mike pressed the "Y" key.The computer screen started to flash on and off. It was almost like a pink strobe effect which lasted about 15 seconds. Ae strange oscillating sound was emitted from the speakers. The screen flashed the words.