"Vern, you should respect your aunt's wishes." So ... I should just call her Connie?" he asked carefully."Sure ... or Babe ... or Hot Stuff," Tom crac...ed.The laughter by the three of them was contagious. It was the first time Tom could remember laughing in quite a while."Don't you dare, Vernon Lynch," she said, poking him in the chest with her finger. "You may call me Connie or Ms. Fairly in more formal surroundings."Vern shrugged, looked at his father and grinned. There hadn't been very many. Watson’s huge cock sprang from its holder, hitting my cheek as I sat down. I grabbed it with my hand and began stroking it in long slow motion.He let out a low moan that let me know that it has been awhile since he had a blow job. His musky taste instantly got me dripping. I licked the shaft and when I got to the head I only took it in my mouth, sucking on it hard and building up the pressure.All of a sudden, Watson grabbed my hair by the ponytail on top and shoved his cock deep down my. The figure of a girl, all though it was dark and blurred, stood firm in front of her, only a few feet away. Her body began to once again quiver, and she felt her eyes lock securely onto the young female's own sight. A tension formed, and she wanted to scream, but her throat had become far too parched to even attempt such things. In these conditions, it felt as though her very tissue make shred itself if she tried. So she remained still, in a trance, beginning for some form of. ”I rubbed at my own pussy, a naughty thrill shooting through me as he grunted and groaned. His back arched as his face twisted with pleasure. I could see him getting closer and closer to firing his load.“Already?” I muttered, my fingers sliding into my hot, shaved pussy. Ripples of delight shot through me. “You wouldn’t have given her any satisfaction.The hooker slipped off the bed, backing into the corner. She must think him mad.“Going to pump so much spunk into your cunt!” he grunted.I.