The weather was nasty, so I wore my trademark seal coat over a wool St. Johns suit and a Burberry silk top. I was also wearing the full reproduction s...t of jewelry. The effect on Ms. Piatkowski was worth every penny.For lunch, I declined soup, because of the silk top. I had a lettuce wrapped steak sandwich, with beans and baby carrots. She had the sandwich with ratatouille and broccoli. I hate broccoli, but the ratatouille looked good. Point for her. Mr. Pyle had French dip, extra cheese, with. As she began to work the purple head of his dong around in her mouth, she gently rubbed and squeezed his heavy sack of balls. A moment of sucking and she removed it to lick it firmly all about the rim, before taking it inside again. Each time she removed it from her mouth, to lick the head, tongue the entire length of the shaft, or kiss and chew at his wrinkled scrotum, the thing was bigger and bent into a tighter arch. By the time he told her he was ready, the thing was curved up into the. " They all three mounted the stairs, Sam joining Lynn in their room, Sara taking David by the hand and leading him into theirs. The lights went out. It was very dark. * A few hours later, Sam stood in the deep darkness of the old stone-flagged kitchen. His right hand rested on the cold tap as a torrent of water flowed into the empty porcelain sink, its whiteness barely discernible in the blackness. He felt a little unsteady, knowing he had drunk too much red wine, and needed water. Sam. “Deep throat it, baby, you know how hot that is.” She looked up at him through her lashes and slid his dick even further into her mouth, his hand shoved the back of her head, making her take even more of his thick, long shaft. She gagged, but he didn't let up, and he began grinding his hips into her face. Soft moans escaped through her lips, and her ass bounced deliciously as she worked his member. Too soon he felt him self approach the edge. He pulled out of her and sprayed his sticky load all.