Hard. I feel his hand on the back of my head, and I release his cock with a ‘pop’. “Uhhnn..” he moans, and I quickly put my mouth back on him... I suck and lick and flick and tease him, my hand wrapped tightly around the base of his fat cock. When his length is nice and slick, I’m panting with anticipation of my next move. Tilting my head to get the best angle, I lay my tongue flat and slide him in. Half way down, the hard tip of his erection is bumping into my throat and he gasps. I pull up a. " Samuel, do you speak Gaelic or Celtic?" asked Shannon."No, not really. I know enough that I sometimes understand the song's lyrics, especially when the melody matches the emotions. If I understood what you were saying earlier, the choir learned the music together, from information in the library?" Our forefathers recorded the music in a manner that makes it easy to feel and sense, but at the same time, difficult to vocalize." Pamela made a rude noise, indicating her disdain for what was said.. But don't all women? We tend not to look at what we don't want to see. Bury our head in the sand. Don't face facts. Even when the ugly reality is staring straight at us.Our problems started with little things. One night out of the clear blue, he refused to handcuff me to the wall. Said he was "tired", bad day at work. Okay. I tried to deal with that. I'm a caring person. I understand when someone is tired. But in the back of my mind, it worried me nevertheless. A man doesn't just suddenly stop. "Brenda swung the gun around to Artie in a menacing way and stared at him. Arte kept twitching. Artie had small hands for a man and they were not much larger than his wrists. He kept wiggling until he had one hand free and reached into his back pocket and took out his penknife. He kept wiggling and opened the knife and started cutting his brother's ropes. He was almost through the bounds on his brother's hands when Brenda jumped.Brenda almost jumped out of her skin. She heard a loud snap out.