”Jocelyn responded quickly, “Before Mike launches into a homily, it’s ‘the LOVE of money is the root of all KINDS of evil’.”“You’re su...h a sweetheart, Jos!” I said with a grin.“I didn’t pay all that much attention in church growing up,” Gene said. “And I quit going when I was about fifteen.”“What church?”“First United Methodist in Akron. Never went to Sunday School or anything like that.”“Have you been to church with Jocelyn?” I asked.“She’s dragged me there a few times,” he replied with a. . or two?13. What do we want? Low flying airplane noises! When do we want them? NNNEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWW.14. What do you call a Frenchman wearing sandals? Phillipe Phillope.15. What’s orange and sounds like a parrot? A carrot.16. What do you call a dog that does magic tricks? A labracadabrador.17. So what if I don’t know what Armageddon means? It’s not the end of the world.18. How do you get two whales in a car? Start in England and drive west.19. A blind man walks into a bar. And a table. And a. I love it when a man's cock forces it's way down my throat . After a couple of minutes of the skull fucking RJ was giving me he pulled me up to my feet and said I want that sweet fucking cunt of yours now bitch. I gladly went to one of the queen sized beds and quickly got down on my hands and knees . RJ came from behind and dropped to his knees and put his face straight into my pussy. His tongue was driving deep in me causing me to put my head down on the bed and push back at him trying to get. Finally his hand with the cloth pressed under balls, tracing across the smooth outer folds of her womanhood, a sigh escaping her lips as she arched her back. It had been too long since she’d had someone touch her here other than herself and she couldn’t deny how good it felt.“Ah, Conrad, don’t stop…” she breathed softly and, blushing, he complied, the cloth pressing harder against her, her balls resting against his hand as he explored her freely, knowing with surety that they were both as into.