I grab his cheeks, and spreading them open, sling my tongue straight for his musky jock hole. Diving in as far as I could get, I quickly get the taste...of Patroni's guts. This boi is dirty, lol.Braxton continues his worship of my thick jock meat, and with the ever increasing pressure of his tight lips, begins now to just go from my head, to just below the cut. Yup—I know that trick too—he's going for the nut.The funk of Patroni's ass crack is about to send me over the edge—he obviously had. ‘She’s back,’ called Valo. Relieved by the sight. Finally they could pick up their long since packed bags and get going. His daughter and son-in-law rose. Black was the first to reach the ledge and ‘his new friend’. ‘Dark,’ snarled Black. ‘What took you so long. We’ve been worried.’ ‘Dark’ ducked, submissively lowering herself to the ledge. Valo wasn’t too fond of this ‘new friend’. From what he had overheard his son-in-law telling his daughter, this ‘new friend’ was the one who had been. Allyson had an oyster. Myna, though her mom and dad believed she bated them, also ate an oyster. Soon people lost interest and started their own conversation. Still everyone was quietly conscious of the little drama being played out at the table. Somehow these two little green peas had found a commonality. No one at the table understood it. No one could explain it, but it was there. Adult conversation drifted back and forth between politics, religion, football, the war in Afghanistan, long. The slight "old house" smell that lingered in the air brought with it far too many memories.The pictures along the walls of the long hallway that lead past his parents offices and the living room still portrayed images of her father, only now there were new pictures, mixed in with the gaggle of other relatives. Here and there, between pictures of Miranda's paternal grandparents and pictures of her in school were pictures of Vivian and Bob together.It gave the courier a mixed feeling to see a.