Then I move my hands to the back of his legs, and up to his bum - and with them there, I encourage his thrusts. I help push him into my throat - which...is almost screaming at me in delightful soreness.He’s so close, I can tell. His groans are getting higher pitched, and his face becoming more and more pained looking. That’s it, lover. Cum. Cum for me - give me that cum you know I crave. I want it. Fuck my throat deep and feed me that thick, salty goodness that I love so much (at least, that’s. .. I presume you will be buying Holmes?" Quite so." Holmes smiled.At first Nancy had been disappointed, mostly due to the diary not belonging to Mr Holmes, and moreso due to the style of writing. The small tight script was florridly written in green ink. The style and colour combined to make it very difficult to decipher in the dim kitchen.Still, being the determined kind she read on, even when it meant reading each sentence several times. She was certain that there must be some reference to. Mary and I had done some play. In fact, she gives an absolutely spectacular blow-job. But we'd never put our genitals in contact with each other. Damn, she was slippery! It was too late now. Mary was whining out her orgasm as she pressed down against my cock and I erupted. Trapped between our bellies, it didn't go far, but it even tickled me to feel the spurts against me."Oh yes. Yeah, that was good." We need to talk," I gasped."Yeah. But first I need to recover, and you have to lead forms,". I was. When my lover’s mouth pulled away from mine, the hand between my legs was gone and two fingers were placed gently on my lips, and being that they were under my nose I could smell the scent- my scent- on them. They were dripping with sex, and I willingly brought them into my mouth and sucked them clean. My lover inhaled sharply, and at the same time his enormous cock slid securely into my hot tunnel. He filled me completely. I cried out at the wonderful sensation of being filled, and we.