She took the last of the bacon out of the pan and turned around. There was a gold omega symbol in the front corner of the boxers. "They aren't yours,"...she said as she looked at me with a slightly irritated look. Then she turned back around. It felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Not mine, then who in the hell did they belong to. My mouth was suddenly very dry again. I looked around the room not exactly sure what I was looking for. Then I heard someone coming up the basement stairs from the. Not only did the icon's owner lust after fuck-me-daddy fifty-pointers with big tits and bigger kink, but at least two of his multiple profiles had been vaporized like cockroaches by admin's virtual Raid.The finger makes diagonal shifts. "What about him? And him? And him?" A perfect gentleman. Him, too. Never talked to that one."He jumps straight to his next line of attack. "No pictures from the rash in your mailbox, I see, but the poetic words make up for it." The questions become a series of. "Rob's phone call this morning. He wanted to surprise me. He said he was moving back to Michigan. He...said he couldn't wait to see me again... Didn't want to tell me a few weeks ago when he found out the good news. Wanted it to be a surprise!"Paul just starred at the water in deep thought."Honey! What I'm I going to do? Rob would be so devastated if he knew I was engaged to my ex-husband."Paul paused for a moment than looked at Amanda. "What do you want to do?"Amanda blurted out. "Paul. I love. Then he got hard. His cock reared up, easily eight or nine inches. I started jerking him off, and he let out a little gasp. Faster, and faster, I slid my hand up his massive pole. Then I took it in my mouth again. Bobbing my head up and down, I tried to take as much as I could. I sucked hard, and whipped my tongue round his dick. I used to my hand to wank off what I couldn’t fit in my mouth, and pleasured myself with my free hand, my cock now fully erect with the excitement I was feeling. Only.