I licked his hole, trying to stick my tongue into the tight opening, soon savoring the taste of him when he moved off me, turned around and with my he...d now a bit more over the side, he moved in "Open that fuckin' mouth" he ordered and when I did, he rammed his cock back into my mouth and shoved it hard into my throat and began to fuck my mouth again. I had all I could do to keep from gagging and trying to breathe as he fucked away at my mouth. Before I could do anything, I felt a sharp pain as. I looked over at him, he seemed so helpless, I found this to be a massive turn on. He was at my mercy. The nurturer in me though only wanted to reassure him that there would be no nasty surprises, only my best efforts at pleasureing him. I couldn’t imagine what he was thinking. So I asked him to turn over onto his stomach, reached over for some massage oil that Mrs had left for me and started Massaging him. He had a gorgeous body. I'm very tactile and so I loved touching him. I Massaged his. I want you to fuck me at least 3 times a week….so that i don’t go to someone else…I am starved for good fuck for 2 years now…pl make me happy…..she squeezed me out for around 15 minutes when I told her I am about to come…she told me “please pour your milk into me…I want to become more gorgeous by taking in your milk…my skin have started getting tanned because I have not been getting good milk inside and to drink too….i will become healthy now onwards….I came violently in her and I told her….she. Paul and Orlie Warren had sponsored, annually since Paul had been the manager, an evening picnic at their home near Bowie. The party was for players and coaches and their families, and attendance was by no means mandatory. However, despite the fact that off days at home were rare during the season, the Warrens' picnic was evidently always well-attended. After all, it catered to the married players' wives and children, and if a player's wife and kid wanted to attend, well, guess what? The player.