I pulled my cock way back, well as far back as I could without dislodging it, and let him get a good look at me fucking Jan. He fumbled with the front...of his pants and let them fall along with his boxer shorts. I wasn't prepared for what sprang out. His cock was not like him at all and should have been on a three hundred pound longshoreman with a big belly. It was huge, actually larger than the one on the boy that my wife was trying to suck. I looked and he stepped forward and I reached for it.. "Its okay, I have a department line installed here."I called Robert and rapidly filled him in on my assumptions. "I'm betting that he's going to be headed someplace with some connection to the Viking presence in America. He would want to feel a link to the past." I hung up. "Robert's going to get right on it. He tells me most places with that history are going to be in Canada, since Newfoundland is the most likely site of Vinland, as the Viking explorers called America."Linda picked up the. The first month went about as expected. Auditions were always hopeful; full of promise. The next job was right around the corner. Eventually, Jenny could envision them running out of money before Dakota found work. She had been confronted with this problem before; when she was young.She had tried to ignore the problem; ignore the solutions. Now the problems were different. She needed desperately to make enough money to keep the two of them in New York.Jenny had found a job as a waitress; at. She felt a sudden, perverse urge to taste it, her heart quickening as she dragged her tongue across the rubbery flesh. She scooped up a clump of the emission and rolled it over her tongue, sour, but not unpleasantly so. Something about the taboo of it was thrilling, her heart quickening as she traced the bulge of his head.She felt him twitch, enjoying the sensation of her tongue as it teased his sensitive glans, the copious mass of gelatinous emission falling over her hands and leaking into her.