"June," I gasped "but you're in Italy!" I was," she smiled "but you don't think I'm going to stay out there when you needed me do you." I'm all right.... I sighed, "Just a bit banged up is all." All," she laughed sarcastically "two broken legs, a broken arm, cracked ribs, concussion and internal bleeding, all. Jesus dad you need a minder!" Have you been home yet?" I asked trying to calm her by changing the subject.Then I remembered my suicide note sitting on the mantle, June was going to hit the. Her power lies in pleasing this man, this wonderful, powerful man with the huge cock!Then her mind adds, "It is flattering that he chose you over all the other bitches that are available to him. With that beautiful cock he can pick and choose!"After that thought she begins to suck like never before and even manages to get a few inches into her throat tunnel! Her tongue becomes as energetic as a dervish, her head moving from side to side and then bobbing up and down. Careful not to let her teeth. Kat sighed. “Yeah,” she said, “I, um, had some stuff to take care of.” She didn’t like hiding things from her mother; they had always been close. But she wasn’t sure that Samantha would understand her recent lifestyle change.Samantha narrowed her eyes at her daughter. “Are you OK, sweetheart? I feel like I haven’t seen much of you lately.”Momentarily annoyed at her mother’s prying, Kat sighed and said sullenly, “I’m fine, mom, really.” But seeing her mother’s guileless, well-intentioned face,. "This will be an experience for Bob as well. I want him to be able to see. I would like you to wrap your arms into the loops, Bob, at least when I start. I'm excited, but I'm also very frightened." Turning her eyes to Kathy, she whispered, "Please forgive me if I can't go through with this." You're an urbane woman," Kathy began."If it's possible to be urbane without being urban," quipped Sandy.Kathy smiled at the quip. "You must know what a snowball is?" Ellen nodded, blushing. Sandy shook her.