With his other hand, he pulls my balls through too. My groin is flat against the divider as he strokes my cock and squeezes my balls. Then I feel a we... tongue licking the head of my cock.His tongue laps at the tip of my stiff cock, probing the piss-slit. He squeezes my balls tightly and I feel his tongue sliding up and down my dick -- along each side, the top and bottom. He gets my dick completely wet with spit. I reach up and grab the top of the partition so I have a solid footing. As I do, I. What do you think mom?" She did not even try to mumble something this time. "Do you think he will actually give a shit?"It was one of the powers I have over my mother - my fathers indifference for her. For me too, if truth be told. But neither of us really knew what he would do if he should discover us like this.She groaned against my cock as if she were in pain and her eyes were trying to plead up into mine. Asking for me to be reasonable, to let her gather her clothing from the floor about. Whilst they studied the photographs he continued.“Whist I know these would not have the range or carrying capacity of your Chevrolet 30cwt trucks, they could be useful due to their small size and nimbleness. They could be supplied by the Chive’s in regard to fuel and used for attack purposes. They could mount a .50 calibre machine gun in the rear and Vickers K in the passenger seat.” He smiled, “Of course we have to get them first and find out how good they are. They are sending six out for us. He's like you... old rocker, never grown up. Denims, Chevy T-shirt... Oh, I can see the two of you together now! Play a little blues for him, Mick, over a Miller's and pretzels? Mum died a year ago, he's never been the same." Shit, I'm sorry!" Big 'C'. Like two peas in a pod, mum and dad. Weekends, riding around in the 'stang together? Sold it after... couldn't bear to drive it without mum." Shit, Donna, that's just so sad." Love my dad," she told him. Her eyes were moistening and she wiped her.