He started the car,again she awoke,had he seen the error of his ways?,she sure was sorry for her own,if only decency would reestablish itself,maybe th...s interlude would give Casby a chance to reconsider debauched intentions."What's your adres?"[a quick exhalation]"Marlburrow lane......"He starts the car,looks straight ahead,then faces her,for the first time she looks him fully in the eyes,pleadingly looking for him to confirm her hopes.He reaches his right hand over stroking it along her. His cock had a sickly sweet taste from my asshole, but I didn't care. As I worked his cock, it slowly came back to life. It wasn't long until he was cumming again, but this time in my throat. As I finished sucking him off, I felt another hard cock press up against my asshole until it penetrated me. This cock was fucking huge. It was as thick as a coke can. It was thicker and hurt more than the two cocks that I had just taken at the same time. I turned my head around expecting to see Shaquille. Long before his mental doors had rusted shut, the old man had taken the young nurse to heart as the daughter he never had. He had told her, with no hint of bitterness, how his own wife had left years ago, leaving him to his ‘mistress, the sky.’ She had taken their only child, his son to raise far from the military life, but in the end, son followed father into the skies of the warrior. Chris also knew that for several years after his son’s death, the old man had tried to make amends with his. They had put together a green bean casserole with crisped onions on top, and had made a valiant attempt at frying chicken, though the breading hadn't stuck and the pan was a bit too hot. There was a pot of semi-mashed potatoes on the stove. A little additional milk would finish them to a creamy texture. There was also the smell of baking bread in the room."You baked bread?!" she asked, incredulous."Well, sort of." said Debbie, a little uncertainly. "It didn't get all big and puffed up like when.