" That bad?"I nodded. "Probably. Between you, me and this patio umbrella, we're talking about the 'Monroe Masher'. Heard that name?" I read the papers... and down on the beach I hear about a lot of things that don't make the papers or the evening news. Word is there is a prime USDA Choice suspect who's got too much money and political clout to ever be touched ... even if caught him red-handed with a smoking gun in his hand. And has all the friends in very high places that money can buy to make. Such an oddly, wonderfully, addictive taste and experience.My hand found my hard cock and dipped a finger into the small pool of pre cum that had already formed on my stomach. I ran that wet, slick but sticky finger tip around my cock’s head, making it jump and throb like I was a teenager again. Why was I so turned on? Why did I want and love this all so much? I could have stopped it all the night before, when it had all began with his late night visit to my bedroom. I could stopped it then, I. I love your round head John and I love tenderly licking the head. Then I use a mound of spit from my mouth and make a circle around your head with it. I love licking you the right way Bitch you couldn’t suck off our dog. Let me show you. I am going to make you cum all over my warm, white, blond face. I will lick your hot sticky cum off my face and then suck your dick dry. I will deep throat your 10 inch cock and choke myself. You better bitch because my dick hasn’t gotten any loving since. Only sluts lie back and think of England. Sarah was no slut. She was a Lioness, and she meant to prove it. She lifted her hips and reached down and back, stroking her hand along Jerome’s shaft and smearing spit and pussy juice together. She felt him clench up in anticipation as the head of his cock brushed along her pussy, and then revelled in the soft moan of mixed pleasure and disappointment as she denied him entrance and instead slid her slit down along his shaft. He squeezed her breasts in.