“You’re terrible!” she said. “This is so strange. I’m standing here, naked, with my own nephew!”“You’re not naked,” I said. “You�...re wearing a cast. Your mother did the same thing.”“She got naked?!“ she gasped.“Don’t move!” I ordered.“She got naked?” she said, more quietly.I sensed an opportunity here.“Yes she did, and she made me get naked too.”“No!“ she gasped again.“If you keep doing that we’ll have to start all over,” I warned her. Actually, the cast was almost set, and I wasn’t worried. The Australian customs officials were not in the least perturbed by the unusual size of the crate, assuming that the visiting head of state had been shopping, and was using the diplomatic bag privilege simply as a means of avoiding departure delays. Kobekistan, after all, was a good friend of Australia, buying a lot of meat and wool from their huge sheep farms and paying for it in crude oil.Once in the air, the woman was unpacked from the crate and attended by expert medical staff who ensured. As I started I was able to get my dick fairly close to my mouth, and just close enough to have the tip of my tongue touch the tip of my dick. This turned me on so much I felt I even grew a little more, and proceeded to jack off directly into my mouth, once again swallowing that salty elixir of man cum. And although mine tasted different I still very much enjoyed it.This continued for a couple months and the more I did it the closer and closer my dick got to my mouth until I could easily slip. ’ Jo picked up the cat and set her down in the small rocking chair on the other side of the fire. Allan pulled the tray onto his lap and took a spoonful of soup, blowing on it before he risked tasting it. As he swallowed the first few mouthfuls, he realised how hungry he was, soon the bowl was empty and the bread demolished. ‘You’re a good cook,’ he said, smiling at her for the first time. ‘Not really, I just throw things together and see what happens.’ She picked up the tray. ‘Would you like.