So close to a frickin intense orgasm. It was a compelling sight. It was boner inciting. My hard on was poking straight out of my boxer slit. My cock s... stiff the tray couldn’t hide it.I mean I was about to turn around and leave. I‘d try putting down the tray, I’d think of sport or something to get my boner down and wait and then knock. I suppose I’d hear her finish. God she was loudly groaning as her assured climax approached.Then a mother’s intuition or a woman’s feeling she is being watched. And don't stop until I tell you." Not wanting to fall prey to his drunken wrath I did as he said. I took a deep breath and pushed down any emotion I was feeling and turned my brain off letting myself just do the deeds that needed to be done and not think about them or anything at all. I got up on all four and quickly started licking the tip of his cock before taking the 5 inches I could fit in my mouth. Despite my hate for this man and everything he did I had learned how to please him. Because. As Belinda stepped into the circle of admirers on her way to Roger, it closed behind her, leaving me on the out- skirts of the activity. Fortunately, I was not the only one who couldn’t see, and the bitching got so loud that it was decided to put Belinda and Roger’s friend, whom she was still “help- ing,” up on the dining room table. The crowd moved into the large dining room, and Roger’s friend, who turned out to be a tall, muscular black man, stood on the thick. That didn’t make him any less nervous. He was pleased when Lisa answered the door. She was wearing a nice blue dress. He didn’t know that it was the dress she usually wore to church on Sundays.Nervous about her first date, she said, “Hello, Harry. My parents want to meet you and then we can go.”“Hello, Lisa. I’m more than happy to meet your parents,” Harry said trying not to act too nervous. His father had given him advice on how to deal with her parents. He was to address them as Mr. and Mrs..