I make a mental note to search the web to see how it's done. I lean down, lick the shaft, then engulf the whole thing into my mouth. Sucking, tonguing...I savor ever inch of the sweet, salty, gooey, dog-cock.My free hand is in my throbbing cunt again, encircling the clit, pulling it, and then sliding deep inside my hot-wet-throbbing hole.Then it happens, his cock head grew so big that I thought it would burst. I grab the knot, close my lips tightly around the shaft, and begin milking his. You can catch a train to Raton Pass, New Mexico and from there ride up to Denver, Colorado. Of course you know that you’ll only be a short ways from Cheyenne, Wyoming then. How does that sound.”“Thank you for helping me work out my travel and the best routes for me to take,” Tom said as he looked at the map Mr. Hollister showed him.“I’m sure there’ll be delays here and there, but then there’ll be stops that won’t take as long either. We’ll send Mr. Holliday a telegram and he can get you. He adjusted his shorts but it wasn’t going away. “This is so uncomfortable, and it’s your fault because you married that sexy bird who has now got me in this state – and these tight shorts are killing me.” After some more rummaging around in his shorts, he apologised and said he had no choice and moved his shorts down his leg exposing a large and very hard cock. I wasn’t sure where to look. Seeing his cock did nothing for me sexually, I’m not into men, so I was slightly concerned as to where. She had so many bad experiences with oral, she wasn't a fan -- he had sworn he would change her mind. He placed a leg over her shoulder so the pink of her pussy was visible. She could feel him breathing, her breasts heaved in her bra. She had nothing to hold on to as he dove in. Maybe it was the anticipation? Maybe it was the severe foreplay that had occurred? But when he flicked his tongue against her clit, she could feel the moisture slipping out of her pussy. Like she could gush at any.