This is so good ... throw me ... out ... hooker ... have to be ... need this ... hooked ... Jesus...She dove even deeper on his cock as she thought ab...ut how dependent she was on the prick in her mouth. So dependent, in so many ways.Now she was sitting across from Peter, feeling his and her juices drying on her face. That was an other of the things she really disliked, but Peter insisted on it, so she endured, the worse was when she felt the dried cum crack on her face as she talked or smiled.. My mother Beverly was now home from work Steve and i walked through the door Beverly looked at me then looked at Steve and said i hope my k** hasn't been a problem. No Steve answered just the opposite here is the money i promised i do have one other job though. I would like to take your son into the city and would be gone overnight i have some things i want to order for the house and we all know it is at least a two hour drive so i would like to stay overnight and head back in the. To me this next bit was like a dream that it wasn't really happening but it was, and did. I do admit I then took it much further.(Maybe I have yet to come to terms with this, I feel guilty still about what I did next, it was me who instigated him fucking me.)I reached down and held his cock in my hand. It was very wet and pink and it felt much different than a man would. My hand was trembling as I held him. I slowly started to rub it a bit, slowly at first then a little faster and he soon. He also had a car, a mini Cooper in the classic green and white paint job. Smudge’s dad was a wealthy property developer so he was never short for a few bob. Add to that his artistic talent and Smudge was well set up. His real talent lay in ‘pop art’, you know, psychedelic pictures with lots of colours and geometric shapes. His talent had been discovered by a number of concert promoters and Smudge was earning a nice little side line producing posters as well as developing a reputation. He.