"Would you look after Mum here for a little while?" No problem ... Becky," I replied with a smile and a distinct lurch in my groin."Won't be more than...an hour, buses you know," she added with a smile of her own.I nodded knowing that if Aunt Becky was going into town then the bus service was every twenty minutes and the trip at least fifteen. That would, I reckoned, give me an hour with Gran ... providing I could keep the evidence of what I planned out of Aunt Becky's sight.Gran just sat there. Can you feel me?”I can’t answer. I groan. I’m biting my lip, wide-eyed and looking into the camera, panting, desperate.“Let’s stay like this for thirty minutes. I want you to get used to me deep inside you.” As he says that, he flexes the big head deep inside, grins. It flares, overwhelming me further. I cum for the first time with a low grunt. I start bucking wildly, closing my eyes and having an extended orgasm on camera.When I open my eyes, Joaquin’s still smiling at me. “Good girl. You look. .. but it isn't a necessity.Gaggle of Gaggers . Which is why it's certainly a skill worth cultivating. And I have, over the years. Over and over and over. I can take a lot of dick - I learned to relax my throat, to fight the gag reflex, to tip my head back to make more room. I learned to do it because I loved to see the surprised look on a man's face and the delighted sound of his pleasure when he realized I was going to take it all. And I can definitely do it with relish and even without. I managed to crawl to this bench before passing out. Give me a hand up and I'll be fine."She put out her hand and I grasped it, and with her help I managed to stand, relishing the touch of her flesh for precious seconds. Suzannah put her arm around my waist, and I draped my right arm over her shoulders. Her left leg was hard up against my right, giving it some support, and I felt pins and needles in the leg, so at least some life was returning. Life was also returning to my middle leg. Being so.