After a BJ they want me to swallow. But the one time I suggested it he shook his head as if a guy’s juice is poison to guys.”I continued, “Beth,...after I’m done with Chrissy I want us to go to my backyard and rub each other with oil. Then we get down on a plastic tarp and slide around.”Beth liked that idea and suggested I start with Chrissy outside on the tarp and when she is done I should let her squirt oil on us.We all had a good time, a very good time. As I write this I can’t help but think. With the festive season getting nearer, the shops were packed. Wherever you looked, there were pedestrians with more bags then they can carry. Their arms were swinging backwards and forwards, as they leapt in and out of shops. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas. I don’t come to the West End to buy gifts or browse the shops. I walk the streets of London hoping to see two familiar faces. I am searching for Goliath and his boss.Since the day my mother-in-law visited me. Every night, once. She wasn't a hairy one at all so I could eat her up right without worrying about gagging on a stray. "I want you to do it over my dick...but later. For now, lay on your back and let me pile drive my cock down your throat. You can clearly swallow it whole. Big or not, you suck a mean dick so my dick is gonna get meaner." Meaner and _bigger_ if you get any more excited." She grabbed ahold of it at the base as I poised it over her mouth. She sucked it deep. I drove it in as far as I dared. She. He kicked the eight and missed the three. Three fouls and I was up three games, tucking another penny under the rail. My next break was an easy run, and my opponent then showed his ass by slamming the balls again, sinking five balls, including the nine, but sending the cue ball off the table. He spotted the nine and I ran the table out, and then broke and ran to win my sixth game. The man was mad at himself; he intelligently broke this time and ran the table. I broke, but it didn't break the.