A hand was shaking me and I opened my eyes reluctantly. ‘We’re beginning our descent into Brussels, sir. Could you please raise your seat to the u...right position and fasten your seatbelt?’ BRUSSELS, THE PENSION Exhaustion had caught up with me and I’d slept for nearly fourteen hours, with only one bladder-break. When my eyes opened and didn’t feel as if they were being propped up with matchsticks, I decided to give consciousness another chance. Heaving myself upright I set a course for the. It must have hurt enough for reality to seep through in to her dreams, in to her sleepy state. It looked like it must hurt. My fat cock has always been too much for my wife, and she isn't in school. My wife doesn't make art from pasta and glue. My wife doesn't draw smiley faces on paper plates. My little girl. My precious baby... I pushed until the whole head popped in.She jerked then, she definitely jerked. She spasmed, she moved. The way her tiny little fucking shit-chute closed and sealed. Any interest?”“Oh, my,” said Heather again. “Who? Me?”“I only claim the most beautiful. And you and Faith easily fit into that category.”“Oh, my,” Heather repeated. “I don’t know. It’s been so long. What would your daughters think? For that matter, what would my daughter think? Or my husband?”“Well, I don’t know what your husband would think. I have never met him,” Jane responded. “But I can assure you that my daughters would not mind. They love playing with Faith.”“Oh, my,” said Heather. “They. "Good morning sweetheart, is this big hard cock for me?" She asked, taking him back into her mouth, covering half his length, and then pulling back. "Is this my breakfast?"Jerry groaned and nodded his head as he watched his wife open her mouth, take him in and clamp her lips around his shaft. She could taste the salty remains of their lovemaking from the night before and pushed forward until his bulbous head was at the opening of her throat. Jerry watched his wife's cheeks cave in as she.