She's so good. It's taken Rose years to perfect the art of oral sex. "Keep sucking it, baby," I growled at her, puting my right hand on the back of he... head to force her down onto my shaft. "You like sucking cock, don't you, Roseybabe?"She pulled out long enough to respond. "Yes, I love sucking cock," she replied. She sucked a few more seconds before saying, "Please, don't make me suck anymore. I'll do anything you want. Please?"I didn't give it a second thought. "Keep sucking, honey," I said.. The pale damp skin of each bare cheek and slim blue strap like cloth between them, moved over and on to the seat."So how do you start it." She said over her shoulder."Like this." I said as I again reached for the key. Once more a soft wet hand stopped me. "No. As if you are riding the bike" Helen spoke softly.I looked deep into her eyes for a few seconds. Was I sure I wanted this to happen. I moved a little closer to her face. And flipped the rear foot peg back up. I really needed to fix it's. I told him unless I heard otherwise I thought we should resume in late September, and that would probably work out better anyway as it’d be cooler by then. He told me he’d been in contact with a few people that had made the trip between Turkey and India, and he had some good ideas about the safest way to make the crossing. We talked about all the possibilities, all the options he’d uncovered, and a few modifications he wanted to make to both our bikes, and he talked about going over before me. The Des’Cantiers had a child named Caspen, and this child would always be considered nothing less than an omen by the people of Greenwall. His parents had bright blue eyes and golden hair that shone like the morning sun. The child, however, had hair and eyes of scarlet. And it wasn’t the sort of red hair that was natural for the people of this part of the world, it wasn’t coppery or fiery orange, this child had hair and eyes the color of blood from a fresh wound.The child was prone to fits of.