Let me help." He whispered,then shoved my hand aside so he could wrap his lips around the head of my cock as he jerked me off."Mmmmm,thogoood! ILubit!...Mmm,Ummm,UMM! NOW!" He said,and yanked the front of his underwear out so I could shoot my cum all over his stomach,little pink dick and ball sack.He was panting almost as hard as I was,as I emptied my morning load onto him. When I couldn't cum anymore,He leaned forward,popped my cock back into his mouth and licked it clean."Thanks,Mark! Oh,shit!. As for my little head, well, he was every bit as busy as my big one. Stacey squeezed and clenched me tighter with every last stroke, while her hips moved so forcefully that I wondered at moments if another Texas switch had put Xenia Onatopp in my bed. Well, that or a fucking succubus! Stacey lived up to the gingers’ fierce reputation as passionate lovers and then some. In any case, I was the prey, not the predator, here and I knew it. I was the mouse, not the cat. Stacey was absolutely the. “Where do you think I learned it? I learned it from you. OK?”“Asshole,” Sarah said again, chuckling along with me. I had paraphrased one of the worst anti-drug advertisements since “This is your brain on drugs.”“That was sweet,” Sarah told me. “God, you even sounded like me.”“I’m going to turn you over to Travis,” Liz said into the phone. “I’ve got to pee and get some clothes on. Tell Matt and the boys I said hi.”“I will,” Sarah said. “Right after I tell Matt you were talking to me while you. ”He just stood staring at his wife for a time before he quietly said, “I never thought they had a clue. So ... can we practice some cherry plucking by this stream, too?”“Nope, you Dope. I haven’t grown another one of those as you well know. But maybe you can practice a little tonight — maybe,” Dessie corrected. “If you hadn’t been so insatiable last night and this morning, we maybe could have, but it will be tonight before I’m in shape again. And... if I don’t get those beans on to cook, lunch.