It was dry so I licked around the head a lot before starting to go up and down on it. It was pretty long and I could see that I was only able to take ...bout half of it and it was already pushing on my throat. But he wanted more, so he grabbed the back of my head and pulled on it so that my forehead met his bellybutton and his dick was deep in my throat. I couldn’t breath and the orgasm I was having from sucking this stranger was the hardest I have ever had until then. I kept on deepthroating him. "When you moved here with me, I was determined not to let my own fantasies take over, which you well know considering the extent of our physical contact for so long, but the weekend Helen stayed with us made me realize you are a sexy man, we are in no way related, and you brign out feelings in me I have missed," she said. "It makes me SO excited when I wear my slips for you, and when you dress me, Trev...I never felt that before, but want to continue," she said. "I have watched you cum, tasted. ‘Um…uh….muffin?’ He raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a cocky grin, as if he knew what effect he was having on her. He looked like he was going to say something about her stuttering state, but surprised her instead. ‘Yes…a muffin. I’d say pistachio — right? Green like those beautiful eyes of yours.’ Then he winked at her. Those green eyes of hers nearly popped out of her head. It was almost as if he was flirting with her. She blushed an even deeper shade of red. ‘Yes. You are a good. "How you been?" she asked, arching an eyebrow."Busy," I said, looking at her. She was more than dirty, her hair was oily and her fingernails black. She looked years older and worried, with lines across her forehead and beside her mouth. Her body sagged and her hands trembled despite her efforts to sit up straight."Why you looking at me like that?" You're still awful pretty," I said. "What have you been doing since I last saw you, how long ago was it, November maybe?"She shook her head. "I'm a.