It wasn't even close to being legal, but I managed to make it home without being stopped. I did it to test it's stability just in case I had to pull s...mething using it. By late afternoon it was in my yard and I had test fitted one of the 32gal recycle plastic cans with wheels. There was indeed enough room for it. I decided that there was no way I could unload that thing full of water, so that was out. I figured I could load four of the ten gallon water coolers on the trailer and off load them. Me, once an heir to a massive fortune, a man no one ever dared say no to, now having his throat lubed by his own personal sissy. So why did it feel like the spit sizzled against my brain? Whirring a mile a minute and ready to blow, I was far too stimulated to make sense of the sensations, much less why they felt so good. And when she said "Now suck my cock, you fucking sissy bitch." I ceased thinking all together...At first all I could do was fit as much of it in my mouth as possible and suck. His cock was pretty big anyway, but without any curls around it it looked even bigger.George quickly lay back down next to me and my hand searched for his cock immediately.We were face-to-face again but I wanted to take the same position that he had used on me. So I scooted down the bed and knelt between his legs, looking up at him. I took his cock in both hands and started stroking up and down. I felt so good. Big and stiff. "Can I suck it?" You want to?"I didn't say anything, just lowered my. Hell, even he had a few reservations, but everyonearound him seemed to think it was for the best, and while he knew itwouldn't necessarily be easy on the kids, they'd adapt. Some far betterthan others of course, but they'd make the best out of a bad situationeventually. "Just give them time. I'm sure it'll grow on them. Hell, I'mliking this place already!" Grant dreamt of having a house like this.Plenty of rooms for the kids and a huge yard in a quiet neighborhood -who wouldn't want to live.