." she grunted, "splash her spunk you fucker." Wham, she throated 12 inches, and came back up fast. "See that you bastard, your cock is mine! Arrg..., cum on me, cum on my face!" Wham, she impaled herself again, and throated him twice, taking down 14 inches of cock meat. "Arrgh, aargh, cm, cum, cum!" she screamed, fisting the dick between in hands. And the mystery man did not disappoint her. With the intensity of a firehose the massive cock forced an enormous flood of milky cum into her. You're going to need that liquid courage." Right," agreed Mina, the other one. "And it'll relax you too, forwhat comes next."The guys shuddered. Cammy's spouse, Johnny, now called Joanie, had ona top that was strawberry colored and had the word SWEET across thefront in big swirling letters. He was a short man with a soft body.The little bit of muscular definition he had once possessed was gonebecause his wife forbid him any exercise and insisted he eat a dietwith a bit of extra fat in it. . I joined her.My sister never cried very much, even during the funeral with dozens of bereaved relatives hardly able to stand they were so grief-stricken. She always had to be the emotional fortress-never wavering, always supporting, always the crutch for everybody else’s feelings and emotions. She never gave herself the chance to ever feel pain or sorrow. I actually enjoyed watching her cry, finally letting something out, born of her own grief and not someone else’s. I think I cried not for. I told him I’d look through the links and get back to him later with my final answer. He said there was no rush as the event was six weeks away. I logged on to my PC and sure enough there was the email from the Doc with all the links attached. Opening the email I clicked the first link which took me to a Fetish outfitter. I paused and thought this could take some time and I may choose the wrong outfits. Women will always choose different to men, so I decided to ring the guy who photographs me.