When none were forthcoming, I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say anything, a big cock entered my mouth. The big cock hit the entrance of...my throat. Instinctively I relaxed my throat muscles and allowed the cock to enter my throat. Over the next several minutes my mouth and throat received a good fucking.Then Father McNamara said, “As much as I would love to cum in your mouth and throat, I feel the need to fuck Satan out of you.”With that, he removed his cock and pulled me up. I enjoyed standing behind her with a fine view of her beautiful hair, lustrous skin and the deep valley between her jutting bubbies.She drew an arrow on one of her inked roads. "Perhaps ten or twelve miles this way," she said. "Did you eat?"I nodded and thanked her."I have not thanked you," she said. "That was an amazing performance back there, truly amazing. You are a butcher, sir, a veritable butcher." She cocked an eyebrow at me."I had this," I said, patting my scabbard."Yes, but, well," she. Our party that comprised the Long Island scouting expedition had only six of us but it was better to be as small as possible to avoid any chance of a confrontation with supporters of the King. After looking at the various ways that a large force of military invaders could move into the inner city from that direction, I could see why General Howe decided to use that flanking movement to drive General Washington from the city and the all-important harbor. The general feeling in Long Island was a. Where..? Oh! Look at you! You're stuck with me. And look how big your mouth is! Here, here, let me peel you off. Oooh, come now, let go. That's right, sweetie, there we go." Now, baby, look at me," she says firmly as she raises his tiny, shrunken body before her. He is so small, almost weightless, in her palm. "You should never have left me, you know," she says with condescension as if speaking to a c***d. He can only gaze up at her dumbly. "You should never, ever have left mommy," she.