Caitlin, my son Ben.” I tried to return the similarly downplayed smile whilst hiding my indignation at not being allowed to speak for myself, the le...el of which was matched only matched by my confusion. This is the famous Ben? What about the name I saw, Roger Thornhill, in the wallet? Whoever he was, he extended the same hand from which the waitress had licked his spunk a few days ago, which I shook limply although I assume he’d washed it since then. He kept smiling at me. “Hello Caitlin, how. I flicked the underside with my tongue and then sucked as much as I could into my eager mouth. His hands grasped my head, and he began to fuck my face, so I put my hand around his cock to keep him from pushing in too deep. I could only take so much of it into me, and I did not want him to choke me. Meanwhile I began to fondle his saliva-dampened balls, finding and rubbing the root of his immense cock. "God damn, baby, I got to get into you!" I pulled a condom out of a foil I had secreted. Then John slowly beganpushing his thick long hard cock in to Allen's ass, Allen could feel itbegin to feel his ass then deeper and deeper still it felt good, damn goodAllen was amazed at the easy that John's monster snake filled ass butwaves of intense pleasure began overpowering Allen's thoughts. soon allAllen could think about was sex and making it last. After 25 hard minutesJohn couldn't hold back anymore and released a massive load in Allen'sAss. As John zipped up his pant he made a comment. "Let's fix that make-up," shesaid, "and you'd better pick out a darker lipstick, honestly", shetutted to herself, "I think I've got a good one that will go with thenail polish."She deftly removed the make-up that I had made such a mess with whendoing my left eye and set to work. She re-did the left eye, and nowunhappy with the comparison, did the right eye too. I sipped my drinkwhen I had a chance, and just reveled in the intoxicating experience ofhaving her make me up. Her face was a picture.