In my previous post i explained that the only thing i fucked and sucked was my ex girlfriends pink dildo. He made me feel comfortable, never pushed me...or forced me to do anything and we spoke for years. We finaly exchanged phone numbers, teased each other with pictures and videos. Until finally i grew some balls to actually go through it. As nervous as i was i stomached up the courage to go through with it. It played out in my head days before i agreed to going " im going to suck his dick and. 15am maybe he's gone for a piss i think so lay back down and wait for him thinking maybe as he's awake i can get him to fuck me :)10 minutes later still no davei get up and go looking for him and hear voices from the dining room so i stop to listen WTF is he doing this is what i hear'keep jerking it good boy keep at it faster faster stop , now tell me you are a cum eating whore''i'm a cum eating whore mistress' thats dave'rub your fingers over the head of your cock get them coated in pre-cum. He isn’t after my money. And his value is intangible, yet quantifiable. Ugh. That’s how Jeff would say it. I’ll leave that approach to him. ‘What does he do?’ my father asked. His tone and demeanor told his girls he wasn’t backing down an inch. ‘I’m not exactly certain, but I think it’s biochemical engineering, sort of.’ ‘Well, at least he isn’t stupid,’ said dad. ‘No.’ He could wipe the floor with you with his left brain tied behind his back. ‘I look forward to meeting your young man,’ he. "I just stared at this person who was taking charge of the domestic stuff in the house. She told me, "I deposited the check in the bank and we have plenty for utilities, payments, and food until next June after I totaled everything up. We'll be good right through and past next harvest if we recover the grain money, and I haven't taken what we get for our corn into consideration. We should have a fat bank account for a while if you can keep that combine with the corn head working through the.