That horrible night with Peter. John’s caring and love when I needed it most. The phone sex. All culminating in last night’s mutual masturbation. ... night I will never forget, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not bring myself to find fault.It was 9:00 pm when I took his hand, and we walked up the stairs. When we got to the top of the stairs, I stopped, put my hand on his cheek, and kissed him. “Give me ten minutes, Honey. Then call me.”John went to his bedroom and me to mine. I undressed. They had only spoken a few times, yet there was something oddly familiar about his words, though not the words themselves, but the manner in which they were spoken. It really didn’t matter to her now, for she was anticipating this rendezvous. She laid her head back and watched the scenery pass her by, knowing that soon the inevitable would happen. His thoughts wondered. What was he doing? ‘This is borderline insanity,’ he said to himself. He knew his friends and family would wonder if his head. I stood up and started to pace. "I don't like this, Greg," I said. "This goes against my grain. I take pride in not asking someone to do a job I'm not willing to do myself." I know," he said."I'm willing to do the job, but I can't, not with a protector in the way. I'm not good enough. I'm not enough of a warrior to pull it off." I know, but Winston is." The protector isn't one of the bad guys. He's a good guy. He can't be harmed." That's what makes this a long-gun job," Greg said.I nodded.. You actually like this view much more than from the stationary tripod as it almost looks like you are there and Chloe is sucking your own cock. After a minute of wet, sloppy deep-throating, she looks up to the camera and gives a sexy wink. Chloe flings herself back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. The camera zooms in for a close-up of her red, wet pussy. You are admiring how nice it looks, but the camera operator does not want to linger too long and moves back up. He strokes his penis a.