Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair 'Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?' he asks.'Will you get me a bowl of i...e cream?''Sure.''Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?' she asks.'No, I can remember it.''Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so as not to forget it?'He says, 'I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.''I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll. She said that she did not have a gag reflex and she soon proved it to be true. soon i was forcing all of my cock down her throat. with the aid of a good grip of of head i began to pick up the pace as i started fucking her face. this turn of events was all too hot for me and after about 5 minutes i was getting ready to blow. and besides, my cock was starting to feel pretty sore. i had never had my cock in a throat like that and her's was so unbelievably tight. to this day i have not met a girl. When that unbidden sound reach Mom’s ears, her eyes went wild. She slurped and suckled with a deep passion, toying with my nipple until it was so hard that it felt like it would burst. I had to grit my teeth from preventing anymore involuntary surrenders, but I could not stop myself from bowing my back and presenting my chest. Mother secured my hands together against the small of my back, and smiled around my areola as she pulled back her head, and stretched my breast into a conical point. I. "We'd have to practice before we could do it for Melissa," she decided. It was only about midnight and Angela wasn't expected back for several hours. "How about now?" she asked.I was terrified. I wanted to do it so badly, but I was afraid of the story getting out. After I extracted a promise from Kim to keep our escapade a secret, I "reluctantly" agreed."Great!" she said and she dragged me into the house. She made me strip to my shorts and, looking them over critically, decided Fruit of.