It didn’t seem to detract from their enjoyment of the show I was putting on. At least it didn’t detract enough that any of them left before I was ...inished. I looked at the pictures and started a new story about a white wife being coerced into having sex with black men. I didn’t have any trouble imagining myself in her situation. I am, after all, living it.As usual, I finished up by spending some time looking at the next twelve obscene photographs. The first eight were just more of the same,. "Oh!" Chuck chuckled. "That's good, I think. Can I feel?" No, you have to be my bra," Carmela giggled as she settled back against him. "I want our food to come, so we can go..." How will I eat?" Chuck asked."I may have to feed you..." Like this?" Oh, very well..." Carmela sighed melodramatically. "Let go of them and I'll put them away..." Well..." Chuck was of two minds on the subject. Reluctantly, he let go -- only because her wanted to put his hands under Carmela's skirt! She was still busy. ”“Haha, yeah.”This short conversation was definitely one of the most awkard conversations of my life. But, with the image of her naked body in mind, I decided to go upstairs and beat off. In one quick movement, I had taken off my boxers and gotten to my bed. I just lay there, cock in hand, imagining her body against mine, sucking her nice nipples, tasting her.. Oh I was so horny. Before I knew it I was ready to cum, so I got up and hurried to my bathroom to blow my load.“Jeez,” I thought to. She wrapped her small slender fingers around my tool and studied it before leaning forward and planting a light kiss on the circumcised bulbous end of my tool. Precum leaked from me and Shannon quickly dispensed of it.I watched as Shannon stuffed all eight inches of my tool into her mouth. I was astonished, and I mean, simply astonished. She worked my tool in and out of her oral cavity and I was getting close to not being able to control the end result. I don’t know if she sensed what was about.