"Go ahead and eat, Miss Brock. We can talk as we dine," he invited her.She chowed down rather quickly as she was famished by now. He was putting some ...f it back too. He was also drinking, she noticed with some unease. She saw a bottle of a locally brewed beer in his hand. He couldn't legally offer her some, but she did get some nice non-alcoholic cider."Well, Miss Brock, I am rather impressed at your intellectual pursuits. Of course, it disturbs me to think of you neglecting your duties. I hope. I gripped my cock and began my own stroking. I could see he was moving towards orgasm and it excited me terribly. I was seized with sexual emotion and was as excited as I had ever been to that point. I moved closer to get a better view and, as I did, Bob opened his eyes and saw me. He smiled and silently motioned me closer. “I see you like this, “ he said breathlessly. “Would you like to help?” I moved closer, to the side of the bed, still stroking and sliding my foreskin over my cock’s hard. 5 inches. I was proud to be able to take every inch. I noticed he was filming me now and with a deep erotic thrill I took the monster back into my mouth and, hands on his buttocks, throated every inch for the camera.Soon he instructed me to move to the large bed and get in position. I understood and got on my back, head hanging over the edge.I took a throat fucking. He used me but it was beautiful. His dick was getting darker due to the constriction of the rings, it was an angry cock full of. Her response fell in to the latter: it did not go over very well. She claimed she could not even finish it and could not comprehend what it was, and was going to forget what she had read. Good Luck.Ain’t that a fine how – do – you – do. Could not even finish it, and there was good stuff after the sex part.So you pour your heart out and write a homage to someone and they can’t even see it? Can’t finish it? Well I thought about that, and figured fuck it, if that was all she had after everything.