''''yes boy''''i think i can try it''he spread his legs and ask me to get on my kneesi was reaching for it myself getting it out of his zipper''its so...big''''you think it can fit in your mouth?''''i dont know''and he pushed my head downwe discovered together it could and he took it out ''was it ok?''i answered by going down mouth open on himsucking on the bbc trying to do my best to slide it down then up , down then up , like girls do in porn i watch''oh nice good boy, have fun with my big. "I could get in alot of trouble" " please dad noone would know. I promise" before I could stop her my cock was out of my pants and she was massaging it up and down with her small hand. What was I to do! There was no turning back now! She continued wanking my hard cock for a minute before slowly lowering her mouth over my cock. I could feel the heat from her small breaths as she got closer. She then started sucking. It was like nothing I felt before. Swirling her tongue around the head of my. He said you were here. I must say he seemed a little distracted. What have you done?” “What do you mean, what have I done?” She indicated my foot. “Ah, that. I slipped at the station last night and broke my ankle.” Penny nodded in comprehension. I expected her to ask how I had managed to do such a stupid thing. She would have done so normally, but instead she became serious. “Anna. I know I haven’t seen you for a while but is everything okay?” She looked concerned. “I’m sorry?” I said to. Spencer Drake had spent more than enough of the last few years on the unemployment line, or worse yet, standing in line at a soup kitchen. There were plenty worse jobs than pushing corpses around the morgue, at least that's what he kept telling himself. At the moment, he was pushing some old dead fart from ICU down to the meat locker. The old guy came in that morning complaining of chest pains, well, he wasn't having them anymore! Spencer couldn't help chuckling at his own wit. At least.