We walked out of the airport and made our way to the car and on to their home in Guildford. Linda showed me to my room, while Geoff poured us drinks. ...hey had a beautiful big house with a large garden. Geoff business was obviously doing very well.We sat in the lounge and caught up on all the happenings of the past few years and the whereabouts of our mutual school friends. The long flight started to catch up with me and I needed to get some sleep. Geoff told me that they were going out for a. Once done with the mowing I was shocked to see the door of the house open and Mr. Martin standing there. He asked if I could come in for a few minutes. I entered the house thinking Mr. Martin wanted to tell me some more about his college football stories. Mr. Martin sat in his recliner in the living room as pointed to the sofa and asked me to have a seat. Looking at me he then asked me if I would like a drink, I told him that would really hit the spot right now. He got up and went into the. She kissed the slit and used her tongue to flick over it, all the while she was slowly pulling me off with her hand. She was slowly working her mouth down my dick and now she was just passed the head. Then all of a sudden she took all of me in the mouth, she coughed a bit and came off me and breathed in loudly. She did this a few more time and I was nearly going to burst. She went back to flicking the slit with her tongue and pulling me off. She must have read my body language because she was. He looked around, half expecting to see a column of light and a rock cylinder, but the only light came from the hole where he had fallen from. He then remembered that strange dream where he was dying, and he grabbed his shirt where the wound had occurred and found a rip, and a wet spot on the fabric. He lifted his fingers to his face, smelled them and tasted the stuff.It was blood! He had to get back up to the surface where he had some light, so he could check himself out. He scrambled up the.