It wasn't just long, either. It was thick, almost so thick that his large hand couldn't close completely around it."Time for a shower," he said quietl... to no one in particular.Of course, he was looking forward to some private time with his meat more than anything. He looked longingly where there used to be a door to his room; it had fallen apart a few years back and Pappa didn't have the money to fix it then. Instead, he gave Momma a present a few years later, just last winter, and put in a. This wasn’t Dani’s tit, I knew that for sure. I had been sure the woman with Dani was Rebekka, but this woman was small, much smaller than Rebekka would have been, remembering how her boobs were pulling at the buttons on her blouse. Jenny? I didn’t think so. But all that aside, I sucked like my life depended on the milk from this tit, even if there was no milk. She moaned when I bit down gently on her nipple, tonguing it with my lips then opened my mouth and she pressed her whole tit into my. She wanted to turn her husband on while he listened to her give me a blowjob. Kinda funny 'cause I was pretty much speechless. Anne aptly undid my belt and lowered my zipper before moving her hand into the crotch of my briefs. She licked the back of the head (the first part of my cock that she came to) then took the shaft into her mouth. Using her tongue, lips and hand she had me moaning in no time.Then I remembered her husband on the phone. I told her I wanted her to stop for a minute and play. I do remember that once I was seated, the driver placed a hot cup of coffee in the cup holder for my return trip. It tasted good. As the limo moved along I became more and more lucid and with that more and more curious about what had been done on my lower body. Slowly, I opened the front of the robe and looked down. “Holy Shit” Bobby had said he wanted a small symbol. Well he sure had one. It was his signature tattooed in dark black cursive; “BOBBY”, about half an inch high, decoratively.