Your cock is dripping onto my face. My quivering thighs lay open across the comforter. I open my mouth to taste you. I can't believe how sweet you are... How big your cock is in my mouth. It is so much bigger than it seems on video, and it seemed big then. As you tower over me I can't help but notice how really muscular you are. Your chest is like a solid rock, you're covered in tattoos, down your arms and I can vaguely see the ones covering your back in the mirrors reflection. Your goatee is. " I will be taking Jhoni to see the folks before we come here," I reassured my Dad's best friend, gazing back into his gentle gray eyes, " ... maybe as early as Monday evening for supper or something ... But, Ted ... I want you to know, up front—she is about to go through a divorce—and she was born in India, but grew up in Southern California ... So—" So ... she has some kind of a different outlook on life then?" Ted asked, bringing up what I thought was the obvious. "Sounds like she will hit. ....." she kept looking in my eyes. I just nodded.. I could see on her face how much she wanted to cum.. I She is a good girl.. she is able to control, I thought. I just waited a little longer. The tension was on her face, her eyes locked onto my eyes. Moaning, panting, grinding.... With a soft voice I said.. "Now you may cum..." she came with a loud "AAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh.....!!!!!!!!!!" She was gushing..!! The redhead was swallowing it all, otherwise see would have drowned...! Her body was. His name was Mister Furkarty and the girls in the typing pool called him Mister Fukky because he was quite adamant that they make no mistakes on his official correspondence or they would be reported as deficient in accuracy right on the spot. I noticed that several of the girls just smiled and pretended that they were not affected and I was more curious about that fact than anything else being said in the discussion about his elusive management style.One of the less pretty girls from the typing.