I hurried round the bedroom tidying as I went, pushing things in drawers and in the wardrobe before turning to the dressing table and putting that int... some kind of order. Downstairs in the lounge I poured myself a glass of wine and went through my thoughts. Was I doing the right thing? How much of a risk was I taking? What if I got into a situation I couldn't handle, or indeed how would I get out of it?It was all because I'd seen a television programme which had featured a piece on. Jones feel so good and shoot his stuff all on and in me. I told him I could keep a secret, and I will, because I know this can’t be right, but it feels good, and I want the money. I never had anything, and now I do. I will let him do anything he wants, and never, ever tell. He said they would take me away and put me in a home, and he would get in trouble, and I don’t want that to happen, because then we would both be screwed, so I just better keep my mouth shut except when he wants to put. Unbelievable. Probably the most wonderful experience of my life. I felt that I had put every ounce of energy I could muster into it and would have been extremely happy to lie back and fall asleep with Jill in my arms. I was looking forward to that; I was expecting it. We'd had a short night the night before and I'd been planning on catching up on my sleep since we got out of bed Friday morning.I knew I could kiss that idea goodbye when Jill looked me in the eye and said "More." I don't know if. As he thrust up, her head ducked down. Then she gulped all of his prick in."Unghhhh-ulphhhhh!" Margot moaned as his throbbing cockhead clogged her throat, choking her.But she held it in, her lips plastered around the hairy hilt, her chin jammed to his balls and her nose nestled in the dark patch of his cockhair.His cock was down her throat so deep she almost thought it was going to come out of her asshole, transfixing her through her digestive tract.She slid up, sucking through every precious.