She strokes downward, gliding the last remnants of the uncut foreskin from the bulbous head. It looks like one of those new Army helmets, glistening ...ith slippery fluid. As she nears the end of its 8-inch length, the stretched skin pulls the head flatter, a red bumbershoot mottled with purple. She pushes down and squeezes, the urge of release rears momentarily in my sack and then subsides. Will she? I ask without muttering a word, as she slides to her knees. The answer is quick. My waist. She hummed again. Driving Reeve where she wanted him ... deep in lust ... deep in desire for her.In one swift motion her hands slid her sweat pants to her ankles. As she shifted up and over him, the pants were shorn and she brought her lips to his. A brief kiss and she asked him, "Liked that didn't you!" Very much," was his almost silent, gasping answer.Kneeling, chest to chest with him as he sat on the couch, Darlene lowered her hips and knitted their bodies together. When she had his full. Literally.She actually took it rather well. I was, of course, incapable of warning her. I was incapable of doing just about anything at that point other than ejaculating, and from what I've learned since, that was controlled by my autonomic nervous system, which means I didn't really "do" anything. Not in the usual sense of the word.Her first reaction to getting her throat filled with what she'd only seen twice in her life was to inhale as she jerked her mouth away from the offending organ.. I breathed a sigh of relief. “My only question is about Lilly. Does she get a say, get told or get left in the dark? You both know how I feel about secrets.”“I’ll talk to her,” Mom assured me. “She won’t be left out.” She patted my hand and we changed the topic for now to something more mundane.I could tell Patty was still agitated and when she went to step out, I held onto her stubbornly. She looked back at me questioningly and I held her gaze. “It’ll be okay,” I told her and she nodded.I let.