Your next command is "come closer, take my underwear down", leaving me millimetres from your cock so I have to inhale the masculine aroma from it. It'... a still flaccid however it's bigger and thicker than I am when fully erect. You order me to take it into my mouth and get it hard.You give me instructions on what to do as I run my tongue around your big cock's helmet, lick you shaft and occasionally you make me lick your big hairy balls. I feel it growing in my mouth and when I next take it. First I scrub his pubic hair really good, then I pull his thighs apart and wash the insides of his legs. Then I wash his scrotum. He really likes it when I wash his scrotum, especially when I use both hands, because he really starts to grow. Like I said, I know I can make a boy happy. I sure can make Mr. Riley happy.We're both really enjoying his bath tonight. Most nights I content myself with just making it grow a bit. But tonight, even before I'm done with his thighs and scrotum, it's already. I ignored the ugly feelings that something was wrong. You weren’t responding to anything. I convinced myself you were spending your precious energy on those wonderful children, who matter more than me. I can only hope that is true, that your last days were spent surrounded by your children and family. I still think you were strong enough to beat the cancer. Losing the baby and the final expiration of your marriage were heavy enough hits. Topped with the ugly cherry of such an aggressive. The gleam in her eyes told him she approved. Lacing her fingers into his, she tugged him down the hallway, stopping inside the bedroom. There she pushed him against the wall to brush her barely-covered breasts over him. He moaned and wrapped his arms around her. Their lips met in a hungry kiss that had her tongue dueling with his. He wanted to be naked, to feel her skin, and to taste her. Through the fog of desire he heard the unmistakable click of handcuffs. I stopped writing and stared over.