Thick saliva strings sprayed and drooled around his shaved balls, dripping to the floor.His hands found my skull, pulled me in and held me as he swell...d in my throat. I broke free, yanked back, coughing. But far from indignation, the sparkle in my eyes told him I wanted him to do it again. And again. And again. Letting him fuck my face until his breathing was almost a growling gurgle, my mascara streaming as I spluttered and drew back, jacking his spit-soaked cock towards completion.My hand. I’ve only met the man once - when I went out there the first time to talk about the equipment I was going to need. He’s wearing a white shirt similar to mine, with a green John Deere emblem on the left pocket.I stood when he was still two tables away. “Mr. Stevens, I’m glad we get to meet again and talk about my equipment needs for this year.”I had my hand out and we shook, as he said, “Josey, please call me Larry. I may be a few years older than you, but I like being informal with my. . days ago... late on during our second time... it made me come..." You really are nice and open now... my fist is gliding... would you like to feel your puss stretch a bit little more?" She asked. She lifted the dildo from under the bed.I couldn't say no, she had me powerless again with the soft, caressing tone of her voice.I felt her draw her hand back, and unfold her fingers, pulling halfway out, and lifting me. I felt the hard rubber tip of the shaft pressing against the lower rim of my. One or two of them that stayed there were always in their own little world and hardly spoke. We just did not connect. Then there was a couple of them that just were way out there. Without putting names on paper, we had one that sat and talked to her new boyfriend on the phone all day long…she met him on the internet. (lol) It just didn’t seem safe to me. But, last I heard, she and her internet boyfriend and her much neglected 11 year old son, rode off into the sunset together. I sometimes.