Thing between his legs, sticking out even past his fat belly. ?That’s what you’ve needed since the day you were born. A thick shaft full of jizz ...o remind you of your purpose in life!? I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. My bones ached as though I’d been dragged down the stairs by my hair, and my legs cramped on the cold concrete floor of the smelly room. I’d never met a vicious predator before, someone who hurt women for pleasure. I didn’t know what to do. I was about to learn. . Warning her, I guess of something that could be interpreted as another step along the road to divorce. But, I didn't really fancy that conversation. So I phoned Phil instead."Hi, Tim. How's you?" Fine, I think. Are you and Denny OK?" Well I am, and Denny was fine when I left her." Oh. Where are you?" Walking across the car park at the surgery. What do you want, Tim?" Well I was hoping for a drink later. This evening?" Not a chance. We're out. Is it anything important?" No, not really. It's just. Her lips slowly touched the head of his cock. She sucked gently on his skin, and her tongue darted out, swirling about as though she was licking his head clean. He squeezed tightly for her, and the tip of her tongue slipped into the hole in the tip. She forced it as deep as she could go, stretching the skin and sending shivers throughout his body. “God, that feels good,” he gasped. “I think I can taste something,” she admitted. She slowly pulled back, and a wet string of pre-cum hung between. Judy Hastings entered the foyer as Stephanie and Liam, arms around each other, mounted the stairs. She slid an arm around her husband's waist and asked, "Oh, did I miss her?" Don't worry, dear," Steve smiled. "You'll get plenty of time to get reacquainted after she wears him out." Stephen Hastings! What a way to talk about your own daughter!" Hey, I love my daughter very much, partly because we don't have secrets from each other. After eight years of playing footsie with those stuffed shirts in.