I did not feel particularly rested. There was something lurking in the back of my mind, flitting through the shadows, like a night patrol using all av...ilable cover. Somehow, I knew I didn't want to disturb that thought, so I started to tidy up again. By the time I was finished I wondered about going for another run, or going down to the J.R.C. to see the lads. I figured it was too late for a run. It would just get the blood pumping and I wouldn't be able to sleep. Going down to the bar, I'd. "Anna glanced up shyly, and saw to her satisfaction that Brad had at last turned his attention to her. They made eye contact while she slowly slid the phallic-shaped fruit into her open mouth. She didn't bite down on it. Instead, she pulled it back out slowly, gently, as if reluctant to have it leave her mouth. She was in a kind of trance now, eyes closed, not daring to look at anyone around her, afraid of breaking the spell. For the moment, her world consisted of just herself, the banana, and. Her tongue sensuously swabbed the super-sensitive spot underneath her father's prick head."Now, baby ... lick the sides and top, too. Wet the head good!"Quickly, the young girl did as she was told. Her tongue raced up and down one side, then moved to the other. When it, too, was gleaming with wetness, she swabbed the upper surface. Moaning softly, she made it shine in the light. After satisfying herself that it was just as her father had ordered, she slid her tongue to his cock knob. Before she. The woman in my arms shuddered with excitement, took another drink, and said, “This is what you guys watch every morning, isn’t it?”Steve had come out and was sitting next to Dewey. He said, “This is the beginning of the new day. There’s something special about being here to watch it come to us.”Tom Crowfoot asked Steve, “You know your woman, Mercy, is in Chuck’s lap, don’t you?”“That’s a good place for her. She’s been entirely too greedy lately, always wanting more and more loving. Maybe Chuck.