My mind was still not keeping up with the situation. I've been mistaken for some weirdo who signed up to be throat fucked. Took it, never questioned...the situation, I just took it and liked it. No, I loved it. Craved more, and didn't want to think about anything else. I just wanted something jamming relentlessly into my mouth. And now there was a man with his cock a foot from my face standing in front of me. This situation had never crossed my mind, how did this happen? Do I care? No, I. Most she had known since grade school. Summer was here and Missy was Junior in college now. She lived her own life. Yes she did still live at home, but she could come and go as she pleased. Sunday dinner had always been a sit down dinner. I enjoyed cooking them. Often we would have some of Missy's friends over to join us. Especially the k**s at college who's parents lived too far away to see all the time. More than once the Sunday Dinner would start on Friday night. Over again the. "Oh yea, keep fucking me, I'm going to cum."That was when phase two of the plan kicked in. Right in the middle of her begging me to fuck her harder and with her on the verge of cumming, I stopped and told her to do it herself for a second while I got on the other side of the bed. I do not know if it was because of the four glasses of wine or because she needed to cum so badly, but without missing a beat, she took hold of the wiener and started ramming it harder and faster than I had been, into. As he contemplated, there was a sudden thump on the back of his feet. Normally, he might've been able to stand his ground, but today he was distracted and caught off guard. Marco's feet flew forward, and the rest of his body hit the ground.Lying on his back, he was about to get up, but a split second later, there was something heavy suddenly pressing down on his head, keeping him on the ground.Whatever it was, it was blocking too much light for Marco to see it clearly. It was soft, soft enough.