He believed it now. The weapon in the Marine's hands wavered just a moment before he squeezed the trigger and Cal felt pain crashing through the front...of his body. His legs caved for a fraction of a second but his armor managed to dissipate the energy enough to keep him upright and awake.As he allowed himself to sink to the ground – now seemed like a good time to play possum – Cal pulled out a zapper. He took the fall on his shoulder and rolled under the table, pushing the chairs out of the. I reached up for the crock pot, and again, the loosely tied robe slid open, revealing my breasts through the sheer nightie. Brian couldn't see me, so I couldn't see him; there was no reason for him to avert his gaze. To him I appeared unaware of my exposure to his eyes. as I took my time pretending to fumble with the pot, reveling in the knowledge that my son was studying my breasts, enjoying the profile of their curvature and my eagerly prominent nipples, probably wondering how I didn't. ”“Some of the fun parts are pretty messy, too,” she giggled, reaching back to stroke my cock. I pressed it against her as I hardened. “Do we have time?” she whispered. “Time to get a little messy?”“Sophie, I always have time for you. I want you. I want your lips and your tongue. I want to caress your breasts. I want to part your legs and play between them. I want to hear you gasp your orgasm and call my name.”“Here. Now,” she said as she worked at my belt. She fell back on the sofa and pulled. It felt hotter than I would figure and could tell Kevin’s heart must be beating like a racehorse. His fingers slide up and down the softness of my cock and then without slowing his head moves between my legs and those lips of his waist no time in letting my soft dick fill his mouth. His knees hit the ground loud enough to make a thud while I lean back to enjoy the sensation. The feeling of his tongue next was what drove my dick back to life. The blood flows quickly as Kevin let his tongue.