”“So, you’d rather let some guy pick you up, take you home, give him a jump, and have nothing to show for it but a kiss on the cheek and a pat o... the ass? My way is a little more practical, that’s all.”“You’ve done this before? Betty, are you really a,” Julie searched for the right word, one that would be a little less insulting, “a hooker?”“Look, hon, I see it like this, if I meet a guy who I’m willing to go to bed with and he wants to give me a present, I see nothing wrong with it. If the. Dad was snoring and in a deep sleep. I again smelt something fishy. I checked everywhere, but Ammi was nowhere. I saw almost all rooms in our corridor had closed doors except one room. I hesitantly cocked my head inside the partially open door.I found my Ammi and the same man I saw that evening talking about something. It seemed like a friendly chat. But I couldn’t make out exact details of what they were speaking. Ammi was sitting in a chair, and that guy was in the same attire I saw him. This is my biggest deepthroating challenge of the night, and possibly my life, but I want to make Daddy proud when he watches the video. I take a deep breath and begin sucking the tip of this huge black cock. With each forward thrust of my head I take another inch of meat, until I have a massive pair of ebony balls smacking against my chin. My eyes start watering and my gag reflex wants to activate, but I don't let it. I take that monster cock down my throat like a good little cocksucker. It's. Pooja was only playing spectator during this. She had crept up close to us while we were kissing though, and she sat on the kitchen island, her bum a few inches from the burner. Her denim shorts were pulled further up, and white lace panties with small lilac colored roses arranged in a polka dot pattern were framing a cameltoe for me to see. They were dripping right there. Pooja looked at it, and then up at me, and smiled a wicked and inviting smile. Just for second I was tempted, and slipped.