“3, 2, 1 And SWALLOW!”. I obeyed again, feeling my spunk slide down my throat sent a jolt through my body, this taboo that I had avoided now causi...g my brain to go into overdrive. I knew I craved this.As soon as I had swallowed I scooped more of my boy juice off of my twitching cock and onto my tongue. Swallowing again I lost all control. I knew I was so far past being able to control myself. Putting my open left hand under my shaft I let a thick trail of creamy spit from my cum coated tongue. Brooks had emailed a few times with this person who purported to be stationed overseas, but from the area. The message indicated the gentleman was back in Houstonfor two weeks. Specifically it said, 'I wanna see if that boipussy is what everybody says it is.' Xan wrote back telling the guy that he was free tonight.The medical researcher sat down his bag and logged onto his laptop. It was a Thursday afternoon and things were relatively slow. The thirty-six year-old, checked his email and then. Worse. She got pregnant." Oh no, not Jean. God, I thought she was smarter than that." So did she. She was on the pill, but I guess it's one of those cases where they aren't foolproof." Who's the father?" She doesn't know. That the worst part. It could be one of three or four guys she thinks." Oh, God! I feel badly for her. I had no idea she had been so careless. Did you have a clue, Renata?" I knew she was going out regularly ... even on weeknights sometimes. I had no idea she was screwing so. One evening, I could not help hearing the discussion Laura and Greg were having. According to what I heard, it seemed that Emilie’s parents weren’t the forgiving kind of people: Greg had some problems in finding assignments. I knew that he was a first-class PI and there should have been a queue at his door. Hearing that was the final push for me to address them with something that I had been thinking of.“Laura, Greg - I did not want to spy on you but I could not help overhearing. There is.