He groaned louder as I got as close as I possibly could and let him f u c k my greedy bonehead at his chosen speed and force. I felt every throb of th...t boner as he fucked it to my face; built things ever closer to feeding me his juice. Every word he spoke served solely to my encouragement and I fed him moans that begged and groans laced with icy seethes reciprocally. He loudly whispered that I was gonna suck it all right out; that load he had for me in his big balls. Right after I groaned in. A zipper."Andy, seriously?" I heard my son say. "Now?" Why not?" Andy replied. "Your mom's not home. Doesn't talking about all this give you a hard-on?" Well yeah, of course, but ... Ah ... what the fuck, huh? Why not?"Then I heard a second zipper. Oh, fuck. My son was gonna take it out.Ten minutes later I had sneaked back out of the house and into my car. I waited a few minutes, then came back in the house, making a lot of noise this time and calling out to tell Robert I was home.He and Andy. Is not the only target this go round. You might want to give the Prez a heads up and he can decide if he wants to earn brownie points with the other world leaders or not, ' Mike sent, along with a snapshot of the holo-map including the distribution spread.'HOLY CRAP! You guys never do anything light weight, do you?', Mark yelped back. 'Here I was thinking I had scheduling problems, but your's takes the cake for sure.''Yeah, well if you think that's something, you'd better hang on to your. “I am not being sarcastic or anything when I say that I like being one of your four steady lovers. I mean that. I think I’d feel panicked if I had to keep you happy all on my own. Of course, there’s outside help too – for instance, Margo.”“Sheila, you don’t have to keep me happy. That’s my job, and you well know it’s mostly one’s attitude towards life that does that. What’s that old saying, ‘There is nothing either good of bad, but thinking makes it so.’ The same quote applied to.