Opening the step, placed the glass on the tiny platform, then climbed the steps tipped the woman`s head back and placed the funnel into her jaws, push...ng the tube into her gagging throat. She must have known what he intended, her eyes showing shear panic as he began to pour the liquid into the funnel, she began to splutter and choke, but relentlessly he poured the warm golden water into her throat. He began to laugh, maniacally as his victim began to drown, his echoing voice telling her that. While she was busy setting the flowers in a large vase I threw the toy three or four times until the dog happily jumped on his favorite arm-chair to munch the toy. He knew my attention would be wholly directed to my wife. ‘You didn’t forget.’ She stated the fact. How could I? The only reason I included Belgium in my trip was to visit that very special chocolatier who made the best blend of dark chocolate candy. We visited his shop on our honeymoon and my wife fell in love with those delicate. I could almost feel your fingertips brushing my swollen and by now fully exposed head with your tender touch. I dreamt of your tongue licking slowly from my ass to my balls before sliding up my length, the feeling of your hot breath on that most sensitive part of me before you slip your luscious lips over the tip and suck greedily.I arched my back and re positioned the bullet, in the process finding just the right spot where I could feel it on the base of my cock. Visions of that last encounter. There was a cloud of darkness hanging near my mind and I kept it pushed back by immersing myself again in the touch of my lovers.“Can you meet me in the middle?” I asked.“I think I just did,” Lissa laughed.“You know what I mean,” I insisted. “Come and spend a week in the cornfields of Nebraska?”“I don’t think my parents are going to spring for a plane ticket to visit my boyfriend,” Melody sighed. “I can already see the chains being put on my bedroom door when I get back.”“How are your mom and.