The conversation ran smooth and we both laughed a lot. “You know I’m old enough to be your mother” Patricia disclosed as we were clearing away t...e dishes. “So what” I answered as I began preparing coffee and found a bottle of port and two glasses “Most men secretly dream about going to bed with their mothers. Some even do”. “That’s no wonder with all the divorces these days,” Patricia countered shaking her head with a big smile “Horny young boys and lovesick single mothers in the same house. He was literally on top of me before I could get it to bear, the barrel almost against his chest. The shot knocked him backwards and he remained standing for a few seconds, looking down. I could see the woods behind him through the three inch hole.The last fired as I was rising to my feet, nearly ripping my holster in two and knocking me down again. The brave must have thought he got me, because he rose up, his war cry echoing off the rocks. He stopped in mid yell, because I blew most of his. I’m glad I don’t work mop up.”“Really? I’d better get my hands on Mars.” Truth be told, when I thought of the symbols over the doors in the rooms of The Globe ... I wanted to see what was through the marked for Cobra. Tight leather, glasses, pistols, I could go for some Baroness.”“I don’t know the cartoon,” Vanessa shrugged, “I find The Globe a little immature for my tastes.”“You’re missing out,” Dakota shook her head.“Or I know that I’m going to be here after six months, so I’m not slavering. Then join me in the sofa. She was all wet, and the effects of the morning drinks were obvious. When we finished our drinks, she kneeled in front of me and started to suck my 8 inches fat cock, her tongue was going up and down my shaft. She is a professional when it comes to sucking my fat cock! She’s been doing this since we got together. After 20 minutes, her job paid off, I was about to cum and then a huge load of pure semen filled her mouth. And in one gesture, she swallowed the whole load..