"Oh yeah," Cleo moaned as Jordan's tongue swirled around her wet cockhead. Cleo could tell she was being sucked by experienced lips. "Suck me, baby,...suck my sweet meat."Jordan groaned softly as the mixture of the mammoth cock in her mouth and Cleo squeezing and teasing her tits became intensely pleasurable. All the time Cleo's monster cock in her mouth was growing by the second and filling her to bursting point as the head of her prick flared to the size of a large toadstool.By now Cleo's. .To ensure that the Hon Richard Winslow would fall into my clutches I had become betrothed to his fiancé, the beautiful Hon Anne-Marie Archer. She was totally unaware of her fiancé's past misdemeanors, and his sexually diseased activities. I had no compunction in revealing them to her and she had quite willingly betrothed herself to me. I was aware however that the lovely Anne-Marie was easy with her affections, and despite our proposed betrothal. I suspected she would give herself to any man. He pulled out a map and laid it on the bonnet of his car, "Done as far north as Pottersville, as far east as Petersburgh and now I'm heading as far west as Burkdale."I stood beside him and looked at the map. "Burkendale?" I muttered, "Isn't that the Brannigan place?"Ned, a fifty-three year old ex-railroad engineer, reached up and scratched his head through his thick wooly brown hat. "Reckon it is. What's it been?" he wondered, rubbing his grey whiskers, "Three months now? Wonder how the Lady is. Well, an intense orgasm and some unforgettable memories, true. But she was gone. She'd left me. She'd used me for what she wanted and just left. It didn't really surprise me but I'd been holding out hope she'd get in contact with me again. But no. Now I had just a couple days left of my summer vacation. I had just turned thirteen but hadn't even a birthday card to show for it.Well, forget that! I thought. Forget all of that! I was going to enjoy the rest of my day alone, and I was going to.