“Oh the poor dear! His face when Mel shouted hello was a picture. He couldn’t carry on. Finished him with a BJ.” “Thought you tasted creamy,�... said Robert. “Hello, darling! Good day at college?” “Erm, yes Mummy, it was. Have you had a good fuck?” “Fun, but only a six. I’ve done us a chicken casserole for tea. Will that be okay?” “Lovely, Mummy,” said Melissa. “Mummy, I hope I didn’t spoil your afternoon by coming home a bit early?” “Not at all, darling; it was all rather wicked though,” replied. Thankfully, Phil was the voice of reason.“Remember the last time you ate Mexican food? These are street vendors. How sick do you think you can get?” he asked.I felt my stomach roll. Dad had told me that when he was younger, he’d gotten drunk on Southern Comfort. To this day all he has to do is smell it and he feels woozy. Phil reminded me of being sick, and suddenly the food didn’t have quite the appeal it had a moment ago. That didn’t slow down the other guys, though; they had street tacos.. When I looked at his throbbing lund, my eyes widened in terror. and it was natural because his Lund was no less than 9.5″ and at least 3.5″ inches thick.it was jet-black and the supada {cockhead} was red like a beetroot bulb. I think his supada must be of the size of a medium potato. his lund was fully erect and shook it dangerously in front of me and said “look doll, now you will have all the fun on the face of this earth with mighty lund, and i promise that you will have the best fuck of your. ”“Shut up. I’ve never taken her to a bank.”Peter sighed deeply. “Amelia pays with her iPhone.”“Huh?”Peter grinned broadly. “Mike, you’re the most technologically challenged person on the planet. There’s more to computers than that Mac you use for video editing at home.” His grin expanded into his eyes. “Amelia transfers funds to her iWallet and pays with her iPhone.”“You can do that?” I remembered her trust fund, an annual allowance transferred every month. That must be it. Then Peter’s earlier.