"Of course." Candi replied, giggling. "We've even gone out to clubs together.No one can ever tell that he's not a girl." She smiled. Harold turned and...sawMort calling him from the kitchen."I have to use the bathroom." Harold said getting off the couch. Candishrugged and turned back to the television. Harold headed through the livingroom and met Mort in the hall."What the hell is going on?" he asked. "The big bad football player isupstairs getting himself all 'dolled up'." Harold started to. .. my sweet pretty wife." Hishot masculine scent wafted from his crotch, it zoomed to mybrain and I was tingling all over, my cock twitched in mytight panties. He moved forward and stuffed his spongy cockhead between my lips. I'd never seen a larger cock in myentire life! His strong fingers closed around the back ofmy head and he pulled my face downward. Immediately Istarted gagging, but I still sucked, trying to get somebreath through my nose while I tried swallowing his thickbone. I wanted. Unke gand almost phat gayi thi isitarah shamko 6 baje dono jane ke liye taiyar ho gaye aur bola ke chupchap rest kar le kyun ki laal bhi teri chudai ka safar chalu rahega ye kahkar dono mummy ke darwaje bandKarke mujhe ishara kiya aur hum tino bahar chale aye for unhone mujhe puchha ke tujhe achha laga ki nahi main jhut nahi bol paya aur bola ki haan mujhe achha laga fir unhone mujhe bola ke tujhe fikar ki koi jarurat nahi hai tu ajse hum dono ka beta hai aur teri mummy hamare bin shaadi ke. .. I didn't mean to cause hardship for your son." No," Camille said harshly. "You didn't give a shit about my son so long as you could get a jab in at Evan Duffield. The fact is, that makes it worse. You could have run a story about a rumor and only included Evan's name. Instead, you went to the trouble to track down a name to go with the rumor. You have no shame - and I have no recourse. Well, I hope your byline is on the story. That will save me the trouble of beating it out of the first.