He spreads my legs wide, I use my elbows to prop myself up and get ready to receive another faceful of dick. Daddy sees how bad I want it. How hungry ... am to taste his cock again. He knows so he pulls out and stuffs it down my throat. He fucks my mouth hard just like my ass. In seconds I'm covered in spit as he's gagging me with his cock. He barely gives me a second to breath before diving right back in. He says " You've been a very good boy. Are you ready to drink cum?"I reply begging "Yes. There were times however when she would arrive on a train or 2 ahead of her husband on the evening commute and wait for him in their car at the commuter parking lot where I parked my car also.On one of these occasions as Rose and I were getting off the train in the evening I tried speaking with her and we walked to the parking lot together,as we approached I asked Rose if she wanted to sit in my car with me for a few minutes while she waited for her husband to arrive.We sat in the car casually. Every Friday, Phil puffs up his chest and struts around, enjoying the adulation of everyone for his job well done.I took them down the stairs through the little lunch room, telling them that this was the original building and the rest had all been added on as we rapidly grew. The motor room is always a remarkable experience. The place is ridiculously clean for an oily, greasy, motor building shop. Each station was neatly arranged with parts being weighed, shaped, and put back together. The. "She turned away and hugged her knees, her back to me, and still did not say anything for several minutes. Then finally she said, "I've never, um, done that before" in a soft, high voice."You forget I have pictures of you doing it to Bill Arnold," I said, standing."No, I mean... " she turned her head and looked up at me, "I never swallowed... it. I thought... " She drifted off."I felt my cock go into your throat when I came. I think that's what you felt. And my come going down your throat.".