All this was as if Robin was beingdragged down into a vortex of unmanly behavior. His hold on his oldidentity was slipping. And his tiny dick was ha...der than ever."That's my Robinette," Marcus soothed. "Just keep going, baby.That's the way. Oh yeah. You just took another two inches. That'show to make Daddy happy. You know you want to. I know you need it.Make love to my cock with your mouth, you sexy sissy bitch."Overcome by the man's self assurance, his direct instructions, andthat. My shit eating grin acknowledged that Marsha was telling me that unknown to him Scotty had introduced her to a taste she'd craved ever since. Her love of mouth-watering cum shots was partly responsible for us only having two c***dren. She almost always wants me to pull out right before I blow my load and give it to her in that soft succulent mouth which I was certain I'd be doing later.“You should find him and let him know what he missed.” I suggested.Marsha just smiled and replied. “No fucking. He stopped pulling at her panties when they rested at her knees. He rolled her over onto her back and lifted her legs so they rested on each of his shoulders and, pushing his bunched trousers and boxers down. With her legs in the air she was almost helpless but still reached out for his penis. Finally she just touched the moist crown of him as it slid through her fingers and straight into her sopping wetness. To her it seemed his penetration went on forever until the tip touched her cervix and. To date, he’d only had her twice, that first time and maybe a week later when she’d gotten tipsy and loosened up a bit on one of their dates. Most of that was probably due to Jenny, who devoured his time and occasionally himself with a voracious and seemingly endless appetite. Attention from Fiona never seemed to waver either, and the two-sided siege was exceptionally soothing, providing a sense that there was always someone waiting for him no matter which way he turned. Another person might.