Distasteful is the best description of that process, I never liked having to do that at all. As a boy growing up, my Father taught me the ways of the ...and. He was a hard man, and thought nothing at all of dropping every Coyote he saw. I must have inherited a bit of my Mother’s gentleness, because while I would shoot a Coyote, even drop one of my neighbor’s dogs that sometimes slipped in and ripped the hell out of a flock of our Sheep, I never felt good about it. I sighed, gathered up the big. ..thinking about Heather taking my 7inch cock in her mouth, slowing sucking it down. Feeling my dick in the back of her throat, hearing her moan as she struggled to take it all in...Damn I wanted to fuck her so bad. I was rubbing my cock pretty hard under my shorts, still thinking about fucking her mouth when I heard someone clear their throat. Shit. Busted. Just be cool I chuckled. I turned to see my wife giving me her "seriously?" glare."We got tired of waiting for our bartender" she said.. "Only if you pee on me while I'm tickling you," she answered."Melissa, I'm almost positive I can get the tickets in just a couple of minutes," I said. "And you hate to be tickled." You can really get tickets to a sold-out show?" she asked."I can most likely get tickets to this sold-out show," I replied.She was watching me closely."Pull off the next exit," she said. "I'll drive. You can try to make my day."I pulled my cell phone and called Greg. The only snarl that I could see was that I would. Mark gazed at my bra covered tits for sometime but could not resist the temptation of fondling the bare breasts of a sexy busty Indian girl. He came forward and unhooked my bra, clutched it in his hands and threw it on the bed. My tits were standing in full glory. He started rubbing my breasts. I could see lust in his eyes when he was squeezing my round melons and erect pink nipples. He bent over to roll his tongue all over my melons.Slowly he pushed me on the bed and started massaging,.