I was holding my breath OK with his cock in my throat, so not being able to breath for a second was doable. But he kept his hands holding my head down... A second passed. Then another. I started running out of air but his cock was still in my throat. I needed air, so I started to pull back but his hands held me down. I pulled again but he held firm. I looked up at him with my watering eyes and saw him smiling at me. “Good girl” he said as I started to gag and he released my head. It popped off. . hard... "Bobby?"How could he tell her that while Mr Watkins had droned on earlier, while he and Mrs McCloud were in this dire situation with their lives and even their minds at catastrophic risk -- how could he tell her that her couldn't get his mind to stop thinking how good her pretty red lips would feel wrapped tightly around his engorged dick?! How could he tell her that the fantasy was so clear that it almost seemed... real?!"I don't... I don't want to talk about it." Bobby... if one of. I know that a boy was not supposed to be interested in such things, butI did find the whole thing fascinating! There was this whole world,right in front of us, that we boys and men knew virtually nothing about!And I felt like I had just been given a little peak into that world!I was daydreaming a little, not completely hearing Mother, when shesaid, "Do you want me to show you what I mean?" I had not heard theprevious sentence, so I was not quite sure what she was referring to.So I just said. Mel had found that she was carrying a girl, like she had wanted, and whispered in Chloe's ear that the father was Albert. It was her dream come true. Chloe had revealed that she was carrying a son. She had lost her son, years ago, and had hoped for another, that she could keep, and show the love, that she wished she could have shown the first one. Her and Vince had agreed to name him Hammond. It had been her Grandfather's name.They parted company to finish their shopping with a promise that Bob.