"Have you any good coffee in here or just that stinking mess that is burnt?" I asked. The question must have made him realize what had happened. He to...k off in the direction of a smoking coffee maker in the side counter.He turned with the pot in his hand, "Won't be any good coffee here for a while."Mark had followed me in. "Mark." "Yes Ma'am." There is one of those donut coffee shops a couple miles back. Go get us some coffee and a couple dozen assorted donuts. Better get a couple of the gallon. One wrapped his neck, another pushed into his ear, roving wetly as the thing mapped his face, like a blind man reading braille.Two of the tongues found his mouth, and he shut his lips tightly, denying them entry. The creature was persistent, and pried his mouth open with the wriggling organs, and he flinched as he felt them enter him. They explored his head, filling his mouth with their slippery, coiling mass as they roiled, tickling the roof of his mouth, pressing into his throat and making. If my sister had been pregnant, I would have quickly had the milk flowing from her teats - I could feel her wiggling, wriggling at my touch, clearly enjoying the attention from her older brother.When the clock struck the hour, she got up off my lap, tilted her head to the side and smiled. Neither of us said a word as she undid her skirt and unceremoniously dropped it to the floor, before slowly undoing the laces of her shoes, removing her socks, and - finally - sliding her panties down and. The more I sucked cock, the more I realized that cocks, like finger prints are all unique. No two are ever quite the same; and that's what I love about sucking them!A glory hole is the perfect place to experience the unique characteristics of a cock (and it's owner, too, of course)! I usually don't go out of my way to encourage a lot of chit-chat between myself and the guys that drop by my glory hole. It's generally better to leave the talking out, and just get right down to business. Talking.