Martha loved the rough treatment. Her greedy pussy was leaking big time now. She was crying a little bit and the tears messed up her eye shadow, but t...ey were tears of pure pleasure because of the meaty cock filling her mouth and the sticky pre-cum dripping down into her tummy. She could taste the bitter acid of the wine that he imbibed so mightily each and every night. They tasted delicious to her and she waited in anticipation of the flood of creamy cum that Gunther always gave up to her at. " "I know! …Wurter." Jack paused and listened to Meggie swallow. "Who was the first president of the United States?" "Uh, George Wurshington..." "Wurshington? Okay, Just checking." "I hate you!" "Listen, you should be getting the stuff I ordered for you tomorrow. You gonna be home?" "I have to do the wursh, so yeah, I'll be home. What did you get?" "It's a surprise." "Surprise?" "Yeah, like, when there is something in a box and you don't know what it is and you go to open it and--" "I know what. We're 20 minutes into the movie now, and we had our ecigs so we sat in the very back of the theater. he starts to make subtle moves i didn't catch onto at all, but in retrospect were clear signs. his leg bumping into mine a few to many times. his hand on my thigh whenever he would lean into my ear to tell me something. his soft lips brushed on my ear as he whispered some commentary to me, and thats when i knew things weren't right. i didn't call him out, but i noticeably scooted away. thats. ” you say quickly. “It sounds pretty big.” you add, and take a big swig of your beer. “Well, it’s getting late. Do you want to stop by and take a look…on your way home?” “Sounds good.” you reply. “Okay, then. Let’s go.” He takes the last of his beer in one drink then stands up. His hand slides up your thigh as he does. You take a sudden breath in from the sensation. You hope he doesn’t notice. You follow him to his house. It’s only a ten minute drive. You park and he is waiting at his.