Pursing her lips tightly around just the swollen crown, she used her hand to firmly squeeze and stroke the exposed shaft. As the penis pulsed, she suc...ed like she was drinking a thick rich malted through a straw.Her tongue was immediately splashed with his musky yummy issue. Sadly, it was only enough for a modest mouthful. Mona would have enjoyed a good long drink of the cloying stuff. She gladly swallowed what he gave her though, not wishing to seem ungrateful.The man whimpered and moaned as. “But yeah, I love Susan. She got me through the worst day of my life since The Houses were sold.” She thought for a moment. “Wait, no! The worst day since the LAST time we thought you were dead, bitch!”She thought another moment, and Helen was about to respond when Julie raised her hand.“You didn’t go to all this to get me to paint the fucking portrait, did you?”Helen looked down at her abdomen, at the area that was beneath a hospital gown and the folds of Propappou’s jacket; where she could. " I turned my head and looked at her."Kind of easy to tell with you." She turned her head and looked at me."Oh yeah? How?" A couple of little things that came up gave me a clue." She followed my glance down to her chest, where her nipples were sticking up nice and firm. Then she glanced down at my groin."Seems like you're enjoying it, too." Sure am. Too bad you're here though." She knew I was talking about, and just snorted."Mike?" Yeah?" If I tell you something, will you promise not to go all. When the taxi driver pulled over, I handed him the note I had ready in my hand and made a quick escape. I ignored the receptionist and walked straight over to the lift, he had managed to get to the hotel before me and had texted me the room number while I was on the train. The ride up felt incredibly slow so I lost myself to the thought of him pressing me against the wall of the lift, only rousing to the real world when the doors dinged open. The room was a quick walk and my heart was pounding.