I arrived at the house at 7:50 PM. There was no one home, the power was OK. There was no indication that anyone had been in the house for the last day...or more. There was a receipt from Victoria’s Secret with the name Wayne Scarpelli on the counter. It was dated yesterday morning. Wayne was and is a pussy hound and has been responsible for at least 3 divorces. It looks there is going to be one more.About 8:30 my cell phone rang. It was Randi, my wife. I tried not to let on that I was home and. ”Says George as he’s quickly cut off again by Janelle. “SHUT UP Mr. Ballsner! Daddy doesn’t mind do you, daddy? After all, I’m just doing as you taught me and being polite to my elders and am just showing my gratitude for him fixing my skates”As she again grins like the devil before making her eyes water from the throat gagging cock she’s force-feeding down her yapper. Tom starts to sweat and for once seems to feel awkward for not being the one in control of the situation and is made to be his. .”He reached around to the front of my thighs and pulled me back on my tongue. My own hands reached back, holding my ass cheeks apart for him.“Oh, god, Tommy ... eat my asshole ... eat me ... fuck you are such a nasty boy! Oh, God, this turns me on so much ... fuck my slut ass with your tongue,” I moaned, as I started bucking back and forth, fucking myself on his tongue.Quickly, my breathing was ragged and sharp. I was moaning with every movement. I was so turned on I needed him quick.I turned. " Sorry," Jake replied. "That happens sometimes. There's not much can be done about that, though." Oh, I didn't mind," Béla told him, "I kind've liked it, but it was unexpected. I was surprised."Jake grinned and went back out into the kitchen. She'd probably been working on a very sensitive part of her body with that showerhead and scorched herself. He thought she should be grateful they had hot water. He'd lived in places where not only was there no hot water, but you had to share the bathroom.