’ Jane joked with Helen that she couldn’t take to much cock in her mouth without gagging and didn’t really like to suck cock. I was dumbfounded ...nd didn’t know what to say so I sat in silence, seeing were the conversation was going, my cock rock hard. Another mouthful of wine and Helen was telling Jane how she had once taken a full cock down her throat and how the mans balls had bounced of her chin. Jane then told Helen that it was one of my fantasies to fuck a mouth that way. I noticed Helen’s. Hate found no room in their weary hearts. Angry words hurled against the whites, against the government, against the cold gray skies would be uselessly swept away on the wind, unheard, unheeded, disregarded.The elder couple stood huddled together facing the Chief Joseph grave monument, regarding the carved face recessed in the white marble. Once the marker stood straight, gleaming, highly polished and proud. Now it was dull and stained, its corners chipped, its proud pointed crest broken. It. "You look fine,"she assured me. "Now put a big smile on your face," she added.Whatever smile I could muster dropped as we entered the kitchen.Scott was sitting at the kitchen table with an embarrassed lookon his face. Deb was sitting on his lap with her arm thrownaround his shoulders and was playing with the knot in his tiewith her free hand. She turned her head to me and fluttered hereyelashes, "Oh, am I sitting in your seat, Marcie?" she laughed. "Coffee's on," Joanne said. "Marcie,. "Damn, Oscar, she isn't wearing any panties!" I shook my head. "It's all part of the pattern, I'm afraid. That IS her car in your parking space, for instance - after I went to some lengths the other night to point out to her that you wouldn't be pleased." Vickie's chicken flapping was starting to get weak, between Oscar's hand on her mouth and nose, and his fingers paralyzing her diaphragm. "You should lick, Vickie," I observed, "Then I recommend you hold real still while Oscar and I finish.