Did you listen to it?”“I tune ‘em out,” Jon replied. “I don’t care for the God stuff. I can’t believe you’re into it.”“I’m not b...ying what they’re selling,” Jason replied. “It doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate how they package it. They have this soloist who’ll knock your socks off. I wanted to go back and hear some of her stuff. I think she deserves some airtime.”“You should talk to Vincent.”“Shit. I forgot about Vincent. I’ll talk to him next time I see him.”“He’ll probably be in tonight. Anyhow, my wife and I were sitting in our apartment one Friday night watching a movie after the baby went to bed. Her phone rang, it was Chelsea. She had called and said asked my wife if we were up to anything and if she could come over with one of her friends. Considering we werent really doing much and I was always in favor of seeing Chelsea, especially with one of her friends, my wife invited her over. About half an hour later, that sexy brunette strolled in, already half drunk, with an. ” As he pushed his lips to mine in a violent battering on my mouth. His tongue was rough and simple dominated my mouth as he let his tongue rub along my teeth, my tongue, my lips. It was as if he was going to keep kissing me like this when I felt it. The tip of his hard-erect cock push against my entrance. I was able to pull my lips from him for just a second and said “Wait, I am…dry.” Why was I saying this. Was my need to protect myself outweighing the realization that this man raping me. He lent back on the bed onto his elbows and spread his legs wider so Zan could see his dick better.Zan dropped to his knees to take a closer look. Without meaning to, he found he was tracing a finger around the bulging redhead of Essco’s dick where his foreskin should have been. Essco’s dick jumped at his touch, and he moaned.Encouraged Zan lent forward and ran his tongue over the same path his finger had taken. Essco’s hips pushed his dick forward. So Zan slides his mouth over the head and.