“Yep. You expect tentacles.”Little Miss Tentacles headed off toward that yellow Stearman, Mister Dukes close behind.“I gotta see this.”“You ...oubt THE CINDY?” Tootie smirked.“Uh, no, never ... it’s just that I guess I’m supposed to be ‘The Cindy’ for this end of the company and I need to know how it works.”Tootie laughed. “Hon, ever since Dan put her in the middle of our lives, I’ve NEVER believed that SHE knows how it works.”Presently I heard the cough then the calm, rhythmic ticking of an. She began to bob up and down with his meat in her mouth, going deeper each time. It hit the back of her throat when her lips were hardly half way down and she doubted her ability to take it all. Catching her breath momentarily, Tracy took him in her mouth once more, pushing as far as she could, gagging ever so slightly. She was nearly at the base, she could feel his hair tickling her upper lip, but she couldn’t quite make it. Holding him there for a few seconds, she came up for air again. It. She gasped when she felt him push her legs upward. As he bent lower she could see the top of his head and feel his hot breath on her pulsing pussy. She didn't want to rush him, but she wanted his mouth terribly. She waited as he began to slowly lick her smooth outer lips that were still quite sticky. Her hips twitched as he crossed over, touching her clit gently with his tongue. "John," she gasped, wanting his mouth on her, but he pulled back and chuckled. Then he began to kiss the backs of her. Fury, was my mothers undoing, and guilt my fathers. My father, the divine extrovert, became silent, his innermost thoughts collapsed in on himself and the voice of despair overtook him. His job left him to his solace (though his boss let me know when my father had returned that he was welcome to reapply), and his family departed after the funeral (save myself). So my father sat, a shell staring at a television that was almost always off; sat on a couch left only to the dampening whispers of his.