Hehad only a couple of vague memories of his father. Hewas killed by a policemen when Mikey was a small c***d.His mother believed the policemen had ki...led herhusband out of mistaken identity, brutality, or racism.Regardless of the reason, to cover up their crime thepolicemen had planted a gun and a large bag of cocaineon her husband. He was a strong man and a good husband,and with justice never having been served nearly tenyears later it still tore her up inside."Okay," Mikey replied, hiding. She rolled over, fished in her bag and brought out a tube of lubricant. “A little bit of this on your finger and it’ll slip in like your cock into my pussy. I’ll make it worth your while afterwards.” I went down on her, brought her off and then smeared some lube onto my index finger. She brought her knees up to her stomach exposing her puckered arse. “How do I do this?” I asked her. “Ease the tip in and then push your finger all the way in, once it’s in, wiggle it around as you suck on my. Together, our tongues lapped at her juicy nectar and licked at each other's tongue at the same time. "Do you like how I taste Mister?" Anna asked as she dribbled a string of her cum from her lips into my mouth. I was sure my cock had ripped a hole in my shorts. It had to have by now. Anna took a long look at the bulging mound of cotton in my lap as I pushed her away from me. She kept her gaze on it as she straightened herself up. She reached for my shoulders to pull herself back into me, but I. ‘Ok,’ Eric said adjusting himself so he could lean back on the bench comfortably. And quietly he added, ‘So what’s goin on? And don’t say ‘nothing,’ you felt the same way I did earlier. I just don’t want to hear the run around tonight.’ ‘Honestly, you know how I feel about you Eric. I have made it clear to you for so long, you just never felt the same way back.’ She said looking down, her heart beating faster fearing that Eric would say that they should spend less time together. Instead his.