The front of their house was dark but a few other houses decided to leave their holiday lights on all night. No, he didn't want to risk being seen car...ying out a bound woman. There had to be something to carry her out in.He went downstairs and started looking around. There were some quilts on the couch, but he didn't think they would work. If only he had a large box...Wes noticed that their tree was an artificial one; one that needed a large box to store it.He had noticed a door earlier and he. In any event, it worked. Sean went out like a light. I pulled the covers over him before I went in search of my shoes. Siobhan was no clothes horse—yet—but she grew up with one. There was a built in vanity in the bathroom that swallowed a couple hundred dollars worth of skin care products. On my laptop was a note from Siobhan, map really. It pointed out vast additional places in the room for feminine storage, including a large closet, which I had taken as a storage room. Piles of Sean’s things. 'See what you do to me,' he said."I chuckled. "He's a bold one. Well, did you run your fingers over it and gauge its length and hardness?" Yes." Tell me about it. How long was it?" I don't know. Long. But not very thick. You're thicker than he is."Is she throwing me a bone? Probably. "How much longer than me?" I was the normal six inches, but I was quite thick, at least according to the penis meter I found on the Internet one time."I don't know. Longer. Nine inches, maybe."Christ! That's half. ”Bert flopped over on his back and Matt got between his legs and slurped Bert’s cock into his mouth, going down until his nose was nestled in Bert’s pubic patch. He started bobbing his head up and down fast, then would slow down and go up and down slowly, sucking as he came up. He grabbed his own cock and began jacking off.Bert gasped out, “Dude, jack off on me. Shoot off in my mouth. I want to taste your jizz.”Matt got up and straddled Bert’s legs, putting his knees against the edge of the.