"Deep. But it's OK. Just don't cum when you're all the way in, as I can'tswallow. I really don't want my lungs full of spunk!" OK, I promise I'll pull...back." Alex had to trust him, although he alsoknew that if he didn't panic, he could probably get off the impalingmember.He opened his mouth wide, and engulfed the knob, then gripped the shaftwith his lips, as it slid in, further and further. This way round, the tipbypassed the roof of his mouth, and did not trigger the gag instinct--atleast not. We don't hear the background talk, but I notice the women who are getting turned on. You know how much I love that! Women checking themselves in the mirror are secretly watching us while adjusting their panties. They feel rushes of warm moisture fill the air space between their pussy lips and their panties. They want to play with us, but they just don't know how to approach us and we aren't ready for them yet. We are way to into each other and just getting more turned on by their desire. A small black suitcase trundles along behind her, wobbling and threatening to overturn as it bounces over small pebbles in her path. She's older, he judges, maybe in her thirties. Still in great shape, though, from the look of her, he thinks passingly. Nice round ass, good-sized breasts. What really catches his eye, however, are her boots. They're brown leather western style boots that come half-way up to her knees, so common back home, so uncommon up here in Clinton City. They seem like real. Fritz smirked and attacked. It was really his fault. I just tried to defend myself, but I knocked him out with the baton.Cassidy and I looked at each other. Of course the beginners liked to watch us, and when we got too rowdy Shiggy would have to make us stop. I guess their gasps had Shiggy running to our mat as soon as Fritz hit the mat.Fritz had tried to do a leg sweep, and with my extra two feet of reach with the baton I tried to block his faked punch. As he dropped to do the leg sweep the.