This fuelled my desire to make my man happy, so I sped up. His cock pistoned in and out of my mouth, and I could hear his gutteral moans over the soun... of the water. With my hands, I urged his cock in as deep as I could take it, gagging on it from time to time, but determined to take it. I wanted his cum like I'd never wanted anything in my life. He pulled out of my mouth and said "Babygirl, stop, please." He stroked his cock to orgasm, and moaned as he came all over my face. I looked up into. ." Tears stung her eyes. "Truth be told, Debra, I not only want children, I also want my children to grow up with a father and a mother, not two mothers. I guess what I want is an almost normal marriage. I say almost, because my future husband must understand my need to be with a woman as well as with him."I nodded. I knew there were some men out there that would happily accept such an arrangement, especially if Angela were willing to share the other woman with her husband. I didn't express my. The events of the previous night were coming back to him and he was as confused as he had been last night. Something was not right with the entire situation. Why would George Bynum hire him to follow a girlfriend when he had a wife? Why would someone kill Bynum? Did the killing have anything to do with the girlfriend? Who had the pictures, Bynum, others, what about the police? Did the wife know about the girlfriend? Did the wife kill Bynum? Did the other men in the pictures kill Bynum? Was. A few more strokes, just a few, and the emerging orgasm reveals itself. Shaking, convulsing hips and a curled back seem to squeeze the molten pleasure from flesh to mouth. The taut, rapid contractions engulf the entire body from which they emanate. A hand rises quickly to cover an emerging guttural groan – perhaps not a language, but surely communicating the contentment of the one uttering such a primal sound. The body twitches mightily before settling down into relaxation – the legs.