"Will, I think we need to talk." My dad said as soon as I started to take a sip of my raspberry lemonade.Guessing the topic of what he wanted to talk ...bout I took my time drinking before I answered, "About what?" Your sister actually," I breathed a sigh of relief. "You two were always so close growing up. And with things as they are, I hope that won't change. Once the pain meds and all that stuff are out of her system, she's going to have a lot to feel down about, and the loss of walking isn't. The general assumption is women want big and thick members, rigid and unyielding, staying power and litres of semen.True, but only if you have plastic tits, an Oscar winning ability to mouth, 'Oh Yeah', long blond hair and short black roots, tats and nipple piercings, and finally an ability to fuck like a machine.All the above is the modern version of the 'Old Blow-Up Doll', from the previous generation, a manifestation of the female form, a step-up from sticking your cock into a melon.Of. ‘Damn’ he thinks ‘half a mile more and I’d of been home.’ Knowing he was this close to home he decides to brave the storm and walk the last half mile home, leaving the truck where it sits until the weather breaks. Reaching around into the sleeper he pulls out his heavy coat and gloves and prepares for his walk home. God be willing his sweet wife wouldn’t have to spend another Christmas alone. He finds it hard to see in the storms swirling forces, as the wind bites at his exposed skin. He’s. M. sat down (still kneeling) and with hand on shaft carried on wanking gently and placed her open mouth at the tip of his penis. T. let out a long groan and a huge, thick, jet of jism erupted out of the tip of his prick. His entire body shook and a gooey mass, went into M’s mouth. It was so forceful it streamed down her throat making her gag slightly. She help on tight though and T. jerked again to scared to breath. Once more his prick ejected a spurt of white stuff that landed on M’s face. It.