Ye to mere muh me bhi nahi baithega” aur mere lund ko apne muh me le liya mousi ke muh me mera lund pooranahi ja raha tha wo mere lund ko muh ke and...r bahar kar rahi thi me iske karan bohat garam ho gaya aur me bhi apni kamar hilake mousi ke muh ko chodne laga mousi ke muh ke wajah se mera lund gila ho gaya tha aur isliye mousi ke muhse pachak pachak awaj arahi thi. thodi derme mere kamar ka speed badha aur mere lundse paani sidhe mere mousi ke muh me chala gaya me shant ho gaya aur mene mousi. He slowly worked back, and forth, taking a little more each time. I noticed he did not have a gag reflex, and slowly started forcing more down his throat. He opened his eyes when he felt my crotch hair against his face. His eyes at first got big, then they got a dreamy look to them as he felt my cock head deep in his throat. After slowly fucking his face, and throat, I decided that I wanted his ass. I made him crawl, following me to my bedroom. I made him climb onto my king sized bed. I put. Damn. It is not ... Oh forget about it.” I sat down, acting dejected and half the lunchroom was laughing.Ellen was smiling at me and came around, plopping herself in my lap.“Cheer up, champ! If I had to pick anyone in the world to not sleep with right this very moment, you would be first on my list.”I perked up for a second, then tilted my head as if considering it. “Hey ... wait a minute!”The laughter seemed to get even louder and, when Ellen kissed me on the cheek, applause broke out.When. "Huh?" New Orleans jazz clarinetist. Pete Fountain!"Tina joined in. "I remember hearing some of his stuff. He's legendary!" she grinned at Susan. "You gotta do that!"Susan stuck her tongue out. "You BOTH are horrible people. I'll call my son Pete Fountain when you call your daughter KathyGen."She finished feeding little JW and handed him over to me. Tina and I got up. Susan's getting ready for Jason to come home. Overnight trip. Jason may not survive."Bot-bot!" I said.'I'm listening'.