‘Does that mean you’ll be back to buying grapes?’ I ask, happy not to be talking about my day. ‘Hell yes. In fact, we may be buying more than ...e used to. This guy’s a novice, but he’s a dentist and he’s single. Imagine! A single dentist! He probably wipes his ass with twenties.’ I snort. ‘Keep dreaming.’ He laughs and toasts me, taking a sip. He’s red-eyed drunk. Good for him. ‘You wait and see. Won’t be long before we’ll need the Cricova cellars to hold the stuff.’ ‘Cricova?’ He leans in, face. I was very pleased with my decision as I glanced at what looked like at least an 8 incher in his pants. Courtney smiled shyly as he approached and told me, “I saw you through my window and thought you could use some assistance.” I smiled at him, kissed his cheek and told him that I did have something stuck in my throat and perhaps his snake might be able to dislodge it. With those words I sat onto the lounge chair pulling down his pants as I descended. Courtney’s huge cock sprang from its. The guy smelled like he’d showered sometime last month, his hairy balls dragged across her nose with each thrust. Sherry could perform an admirable deep-throat blow job, but it was always under controlled circumstances. This was definitely uncontrolled. She tried to maintain her composure and keep breathing and not gag. It wasn’t very fucking easy at all. This guy’s cock was bigger than Nate’s and it tore into her throat again, and again, and it didn’t seem like he was getting tired at all.A. Dagwood was out of town on a weekend business trip and Trudy was at a friend's house for the weekend as well. That left just Blondie and son, Alexander in the house. Blondie awoke early, seven being her usual time. She stretched slowly, working out the kinks of last night's sleep from her body. After a good long stretch, she went to her dresser drawer and found her workout top and shorts to begin the daily ritual of exercising with her workout video. She lifted her blue.