I’m thankful I didn’t have time to get scared, because the size and force with which this shaft entered me, I couldn’t have handled more. Instea... of the Discipline Rod, they should have called it the Irrigation Rod. felt the hot breath of Granny Goodness on my neck, her hands clawing at my shoulders, pressing me down to the bed and her heavy-ass hips, pinning apart my legs and my ass to the table. She rocked back and forth, driving the 12-inch rod deeper into me, the weight of warm, vibrating. She dipped down into the water, and I finally after many years to trying, I saw her boobs. The top was so tight that her boobs showwed through, and I was stuck in amazement. She saw me staring, so I knew I had to make my move. I told her I was cold, and wanted to go in. She complied. When we got in the house, I waited until she got in the living room and quickly threw her down onto the couch. She was big, but I was taller and much stronger. She knew she what I wanted, and she knew I would get. It was at this point that I lost all professionalism and stuck my tongue out and gave her cunt a lick. Expecting a slap at least I cringed back but Cheryl grabbed me by the head and grounded my face into her crotch. Her pussy smelled slightly musky with a whiff of perfume disguising the aroma of a long day. I dropped the tape measure and ripped the thong down while sticking my tongue up into her as far as I could. The grip on my head gave me a clear indication of what she wanted and I. " If I leave the game, it will be counted as a loss! There's only aminute left. I will run out the clock."The talk those two were going to have was vital, but winning the gamewas even more vital. Lynn's self-esteem was lower than Barry White'svoice. Losing a game that he should have won would only do more damageto the young boy's fragile ego. The best way of mitigating the damagedone to Lynn was Troy allowing him to finish the game. "Go ahead, Lynn."After the game was over Troy started having.