He explored my freshly trimmed muff with his nose, slowly sliding two fingers deep inside my moist, swollen pussy. Deeper and deeper, in and out. I mo...ned with pleasure as he continues fingering my vagina, his tongue now flicking and licking my clit. Sopping wet by now, I arch my back and begin thrusting my pelvis as his tongue continues to get me hotter and wetter then I'd ever thought possible. I look down to see him buried in my muff, licking my pussy like a hungry dog with a bone. He senses. “And not just your firstborn son; you gotta name all of ‘em after me, boys and girls!”“That makes no sense!”“Sure, it does! George Foreman did it with his kids, right?”“I’ll give you my firstborn son, will that work?” Scott shot back.Tom pretended to agonize over the decision, finally replying, “Deal.”After a quick trip to his room to retrieve his belongings, Scott returned to Tom’s room and gave him his instructions for the next day. What clothes to wear, the itinerary for the ceremony, and. He also lived 10,000 miles away and unlike most of the men who sport cock pictures, his was wonderful. It was this beautiful huge multi-colored rooster with the caption, “My obligation cock pic.” So, he was kind, thoughtful and clearly had a great sense of humorI wrote him what I thought was just a quick question about my concerns that I attracted men who wanted to take advantage of me and in many ways abuse me and that I might be mentally ill. When I researched people involved in in the BDSM. She could feel her nipples pointing skyward as a breeze blew through the barn. Emmitt’s cock continued to stiffen as he admired his oldest daughter, lying flat on the hay-bale, her perky firm titties almost completely visible through her shirt. Trying to cool herself, she fanned her legs back and forth. As she did this, her light brown bush was visible to her daddy, and he was about to explode. He couldn’t take it any longer.Emmitt stood and walked over to Maggie. Her eyes were still closed and.