I wouldn’t mind something wet. My tongue feels like I’ve been licking the bathroom floor. Is there any juice?”“Yeah. Orange and apple.”“Ap...le. No, wait. Orange. Shit. Either one, I don’t care.”I closed my eyes as he poured me a glass, then it seemed like the very next moment he was pressing the cold glass against my cheek.“Thanks,” I said sleepily as I reached to take it.“Hey, don’t give him that,” Chris said, coming from the bedroom carrying the baby in his arms.“Why not?” Peter asked.“Because. C'mon cocksucker ... just a little more ... just a little more ... OH FUCK ... TAKE IT ALL!" he groaned loudly and pulled my face as hard up against him as he could and held it there. I felt his cock get just a little bit stiffer and then felt it twitching and pulsating in my throat as he started to cum."SWALLOW!" he told me urgently ... and I did. I felt the massaging tremors go right through him as his cock unloaded deep inside my gullet."AGAIN!" he instructed and I kept swallowing as the. M. Now So Maybe Should Could Take A Nap. Sara Didn't Know How To Spend Her Time. Maybe She Could Urge Her Mother To Leave Early! Sara Went Into The Kitchen And Saw Her Mom Cooking Stew.Sara: "Mom. Why Are You Going Out?"Susan: "To Go Shoping At The Galleria."Sara: "Why Don't You Go And Enjoy Yourself? I'll Finish Dinner."Susan: "Why Do You Want Me Gone?"Sara: "Well Since Tommy Came Over I Was Wondering If You Minded Me Letting April Come Over."Susan: "I Guess That's Fine But She. Each delicious mouthful was as he'd stated, almost chewable, but consistant and lump-free. My taste buds were tingling in tandem with my pussy. "Mm, Tim! What does your mama feed you to make you this delicious?" "A breakfast of my little sister, a lunch of some huge tits, and nothing but the most dripping pussy for snacks, dinner, and desert." He explained this as he continued to shovel ambrosia into my mouth, I was desperately whimpering and pawing at my different spunk-kissed body parts to.