Holy shit, my systems are going into overdrive, and my cock isn't in your mouth. Wow, you can take a dick, I had no idea you could so well, but there'... the evidence. Now, you're just getting sexier; I don't like seeing his wood at all, but damn, you're just like a cocksucking machine; there's just no stopping you. Not even Sasha going at your boobs is slowing you down; you're moving full speed ahead. Fuck, I couldn't love you more now, you're just a beyond stunning young woman, and you've. ”‘When?” Spencer spits out before Samantha can say anything.“Yesterday,” Graves informs. “Doug Wiltkins is currently in a coma, but expected to pull through.”Samantha tries to hold back her tears unsuccessfully. Spencer pulls her in close and holds her there. Graves remains silent, allowing her to mourn for her former boss and mentor while the three soldiers focus on their weapons cleaning and staying out of the conversation. It isn’t their business and they want to keep it that way. Graves. She hands me a plate of eggs and gives a flirty smirk.(Jessica)"Now go eat downstairs so your dad doesn't catch a glimpse of your big hard-on." God damn, that kid's got a good dick. Dylan retreats downstairs as I finish making the toast and take Trevor's food to him. He gives me a quick thanks without breaking his stare from the computer. I bend down to kiss him on his lips with him having no idea I just had our son's morning wood between mine. That sends a shiver of naughtiness down my spine. " Put those knickers on now slut!" she commanded. Judy handson hips, looked on with a contemptuous smile, as a sobbingbedraggled crying sissy, pulled his soaking wet mudsplattered pink panties up over his soaking wet nylonstockings. "Now slut pick up those undies and take theninto the kitchen and wash them, move!"Sissy Wendy ran around the garden gathering up the frillyundies, and minced with the frilly undies into the kitchen,followed by a laughing Mistress Judy Placing the undiesinto the sink.