“You’re serious, aren’t you?”“Sure. I don’t have anything serious to hide. If he needs me to get him my juvenile records, let me know,” ... offered.“You have a juvenile record?”“Not really. They never convicted me of anything,” I said.“My dad’s going to have a heart attack! I thought you were a good boy. I defended you to my father this morning.”“Doesn’t my bad boy side make me sexier?” I asked, and waggled my eyebrows.Brook was such a worrier. I was great with fathers! Well, as long as he didn’t. Phir maza hi maza or mera muu takiya ma daba diya or apna lund meri gand ka hole par set kiya or ak dhaka mara us ka topa andr ghus gaya or mera to jasy sans ruk gai ho ak dard bhari cheekh jo takiya ma hi dab gai . Phir dosra dhaka mara or adha lund meri gand ma utar gaya or meri cheekhnay dabi avaz ma ghonganay lagi lakin vo ruka nai or .Phir teesra dhaka or lund meri gand ma andr jaron ma sama gaya or meri ankhay bari ho gai or bhir anay ko ho gai jb pora andar tk ghus gaya to us nay kuch. Not while telling thetruth anyway. If an entire 15 seconds passed before I was shooting myload into the amazing mouth of my even more amazing wife I would beshocked. OK, that's not quite accurate either, it wasn't her mouthexactly. As soon as she could tell I was about to cum she took me asdeep as I could possibly go and I think she started swallowing with mycock down her throat. What I know is that somehow she was massaging thelength of my cock with her throat the entire time I was cumming.. When the house was last remodeled, she had paid for extra sound deadening just in case she had decided to do something to George that would cause him to scream very loud, either in pain or in pleasure. George knew about this, and that was the reason he had chosen this bedroom for his revenge.Emily's voice was reduced to a whisper by the time George returned with his breakfast. He had fixed a big one for himself. It consisted of four scrambled eggs, half a pound of bacon, a big pile of.