But before I can leave, I hear a deep groan issuing up from Grant's throat, and he is quickly pulling his cock out of his mother. Grant continues groa...ing loudly, gasping, he commences to ejaculate all over his mother's tummy. His cock forcefully spurts semen all the way to Linda's breasts and neck. He must have turned 4 shades of pink. I could see his anus contracting and expanding with each release of jism. Immediately, after Grant had released his load on his mother's belly, Linda grabbed. "This one"I looked at her and then at the page she was pointing to."That one, hmm,Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I'll not look for wine..."As I read the poem, Song to Celia by Ben Jonson, I watched Megan from the corner of my eye. Her eyes were closed as she listened to my words, a smile playing across her parted lips."... Since when it grows and smells, I swear, not of itself, but thee."There was moment of silence before Megan. Now, what am I going to do next? I'm tired ofgambling and I don't want to give my winnings back. I guess I'll go tothe bar, and grab a drink.Hey Bartender, one Mick Lite, Please! Thanks David, here's a buck. Lookat all these great looking, money grubbing, women out there. I wonderif I can get lucky tonight? Naaa, most of these women are with theirhusbands, or there just out to have fun with friends! I'd be better offjust buying me a whore. That way I can just fuck her, then go do my. ‘Yeah… they are.’ Don picked the toothbrush up again and the pad of his finger molested the fresh bristles. A nervous swallow pulsed in his throat, and his mouth stuttered open as he glanced up from the brush. He wanted to continue conversation, but the man had already turned his back and was buying his items. The stranger had so many things in his cart, and there was so much time for Don to say something to him. He watched the cashier scan carrots, diapers, tuna, peanut butter, pepper jack.