"No, of course not."Virello set his drink down and slipped into the stool next to her, carefully spreading the bottom of his jacket to avoid sitting o... it.Chaisey smiled to herself, thinking about her meeting with Mason three days ago. "This one should be right up your alley," he had told her. "He's a sharp dresser who fancies himself a real lady killer." This was said with a perfectly straight face - Mason didn't do irony. He had handed her a photograph of Albert Virello, and she had spent. . "My, what do we have here? I cooed. "You just relax, Al. I think I know how to take care of this problem of yours." I mouthed him through his briefs, squeezing the sides of his meaty shaft with my lips. He was hung like a horse. I opened my mouth wide and tried to take his shaft between my teeth, but couldn't. His precum smelled like salted butter. I could hear it squeezing out his cockhead with each bite I took along his thick stalk. The thought of his cumhole opening and closing,. Surprisingly my wife told me to undress saying that it wasnt fair for them to be nude and for me not to be. So I stood up and started to undress. My daughters couldnt take their eyes off from me. As I lowered my underwear and my cock sprang out and stood up straight their mouths dropped open. My wife just reached out and grabbed my hard cock asking me if I wanted to show our daughters how to make it go down. I had no idea what she had in mind but when she got on her knees in front of me I. The man was supposed to be upset, like Frank was. But, Frank quickly reminded himself that he wasn't supposed to care.He moved down the dark hallway, could see the light coming from his door. Oliver had left the door cracked. Thinking about it, Frank hoped that Oliver was tired enough to go to sleep. It had been a long day and his eyes were beginning to feel heavy. But his ears were open enough, it seemed. At least enough to hear the lone voice coming from his bedroom, and as he reached the.