There was a long pause.“I see. Do you want out?”Greg moves his tongue as much as possible. He even ended up with some of Craig’s shit on his ton...ue that must’ve been left smeared on the tube. Greg could hear something but wasn’t sure what it was. The mystery was solved though with the sound of a gasp and the unmistakable taste of cum on his tongue.“If you’re hoping to get free I’ve got some bad news for you” Ben said still slightly breathless. “Feeding men my shit turns me on so much and. When he shot his third load it just sort of trickled out of the head and the electricity in his back kind of ran out with it. But he gave one final thrust to be sure there was no more and then he just leaned over and rested his head on his cousin's stomach to catch his breath. But Johnny was so caught up in the act that he was still sucking that wondrous meat trying to get another few drops across his tongue. He must have sucked for another minute or two when he realized that his cousin was. She accidentally flashed a group of builders as she got out the car to great whoops and hollers of get them off from the guys.We walked to Westminster bridge passed the St Stephens tower (the Tower that holds the bell of Big Ben), on past the Westminster palace (Houses of Parliament) on along the side of Westminster Abbey and further on the Cathedral of the same name and turned right to Buckingham Palace Road, passing Buckingham Palace as we entered Green Park (The green belt area north of. I vomited.“A normal reaction,” said the attendant. He directed me to a washing station where I rinsed my mouth.The face was enough.“What’s left is Abbie,” I said.“Positive identification.”“Yes ... that was my wife.”“There is a Chapel in the main floor. If you need to seek solace a chaplain is available in his office next door.”“Thank you.”As I was leaving I could him humming as he sluiced my leavings to the drain. The song sounded suspiciously like Disney’s “Whistle While You Work.” Must be an.