"Ah, Mr. Beall, please have a seat." Mr. Wainright, neatly dressed and bewigged as usual, greeted him with a small smile. "I have some news for you." ...ood, let's have it," Beall replied pulling his ladder-backed chair closer to the desk."Sparks has fled. Yes, sir, fled, scampered. That's the word I can use. Several men and not a few women are looking for him including his most recent employer. He has absconded with an undetermined amount of hard cash, and he seems to have left at least two. As sensational pulsations sped through my pole, I felt lightheaded for an instant, mind swirling as if caught in a whirlpool. My cock had braved her suck crazed mouth and was getting closer to exploding. I tried to resist orgasm, wanting to draw this one out to its fullest term. But when her tongue took one more journey up my shaft, I couldn't hold back another second. I ejaculated; my love cream exiting my slit in an erratic manner. Francie's tongue didn't let up its assault. It was. “Yes sir. Tomorrow night at her house when everyone is there.”, I said, softly. “Well, I have to be honest with you. I’m glad that you are. I’m not a big fan of you two living together.”, Pops said sternly. “Dad, give the kids a break.”, Jim Thomas said, leaning forward. “I have been giving them a break. This is the first time I’m saying anything about it.”, he quickly replied. “I understand sir and believe me had things gone down different, I would have asked her a long time ago.”, I replied.. We fucked and sucked (the woman LOVED to suck cock) and I was really in to scarfing her beautiful hairy pussy.As time went on, she moved in and we got to know a little more about our separate history. I learned of her being passed around in exchange for crack cocaine and had sucked a lot of cock. She was obsessed with it, told me how good it was and asked it I had ever tried it. I lied and told her I had never sucked cock (I had, and I worked in a bath house in college). Little did I know that.