Then I put his stiff cock on top of mine and began to stroke them together. My fingers didn’t reach anywhere near all the way around those two pulsa...ing dicks! I’d been dying to suck Ron’s cock and couldn’t wait any longer. I have good control of my gag reflex and was able to take him in slowly until his balls were against my chin, my nose against his belly and the big mushroom head was deep in my throat just below the back of my tongue. He began to slowly pump in and out of my mouth, gently. Been more sure. Been more for her. My god, I wanted her, but I don't think I responded passionately enough. God, I hope I didn't make her feel rejected. We came within a single word of making love that night. It ended up being her word to say - and she said no. And then she broke down in tears for the second time I had ever seen since knowing her. "I'm such a horrible person," she cried. I didn't know what to say. I was processing all that happened and I... I... I didn't know! I HATE that. When I looked at my dick I realize that I had an utheral insertion inside my dick that was really painful. I think I just started in the mirror for about 30 min analysing my body and what has been done to me and the only thing that I could think was that now I don’t really need that much mascara anymore as I don’t have any more facial hair. When I approached the makeup table, I saw a piece of paper in which it said that when I see it to get dressed up and come done stairs. I remembered about. ”Roman can’t help but to smile himself upon hanging up with the girl. An hour later, he is arriving at the bungalow. Brea answers the door quickly just like her mother does. He smiles, noting that she is less formally dressed than earlier in the day. “Brea, you look great,” he says.“Thank you, Roman,” she says, giving him a warm smile. “Mom said you had a hover bike, maybe some time you can take me on it.”“I’ll have to sometime,” he remarks, taking note the similarities between the two women,.