“I think I’m going to cum!” he cried out.This was it, this was going to be that wave of hot sticky man seed that I had waited for all night or m...ybe my entire life! Thomas was going to fill me up like a balloon and I wanted him to do it for as long as he could.“Where do you want it slut?” he asked.“Inside me! Please shoot all your cum and fill up my jizz tank!” I pleaded in a scream.Just then Thomas came in one big torrent, filling me up just like I wanted. I could feel it, shot after shot. Thoughts of career alternatives meandered through his mind as Amos drifted back to sleep… * * * * * ‘I still have a dream…’ Amos heard the booming baritone voice of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. resonating from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C., somewhere deep in his sleepy subconscious. Amos’ father, Walter Jefferson, had participated in the March on Washington as an angry young teenager. As an adult, Walter had become a man of gentle persuasion, teaching Amos that anger. She slid my raging hard cock from my briefs, her sexy lips parted as her tongue moved across the head of my cock. The tip of her tongue made an outline of my shaft and head over and over until she opened wide and plunged down my shaft as I let out a massive moan feeling her mouth taking my entire cock. She moved those sweet lips up and down slowly at first then faster and faster as she tasted my whole cock each time her head moved up and down. Jennifer’s moaned, panties were on the floor, her. No wonder she thought. "Well you havegotten yourself into quite the fix haven't you?"Billy nodded. Debbie helped him tug his shoes out of the grass, "Walkon your toes more so you don't stick in like that billy," she told him.she said nothing about him being a flower vase though."Hurry and finish the lawn please, you still have the back and otherside to cut." They had a very large lawn, this was going to take sometime. He couldn't get over the fact that she was not addressing theflower that was.