9.15am tomorrow, my house. love paula. xxI swear my heast skipped a beat. For the following day I spent my time grooming, scrubbing, ironing shirts,...relaxing, and getting the day to pass as quick as possible until I met her. I slept a very unsettled sleep waking at 7 and showered. I put my freshly ironed clothes on and left at 9am. I was nervous, but as I had not had any 'me-time' for a couple of days, my balls felt tight and heavy. I arrived at her house, nothing to look at - but I. She was sat relaxing back in the chair, her hips pushed forward almost to the edge of the seat, her cock pointing straight up towards the ceiling, the pale length twitching eagerly, her balls drawn up tight underneath. “You like what you see?” She teased and he looked, feeling a sinking feeling in his chest, knowing the outcome, “Come on now, this is your chance to win the bet, let’s see what you’ve got sweety.”“I… I don’t want to…” He murmured softly, his thighs tucked tightly together as she. I need to be in control most of the time. In that moment, in that passionate exchange, I had no control over the orgasm that was threatening to overtake my entire being, to consume me from the inside out. I exploded in his mouth, coating him with my juices. As I lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, catching my breath, Khari climbed on top of me, his face glistening with juices, and kissed me, sharing my flavor with him. “Baby, what is that? You . . . taste like candy. What did you do?” I. We’re trying, but Lindsay is finding it difficult. So am I really,” he admitted. “Some help would be useful.”“OK, I’ll think about it and see what I can come up with.”“Thanks Private,” Dennis said.“Can I ask why you picked your older daughter if it would be a problem? You could have let a friend take her.”“We did talk about that, but the pickup came when we were on a two-day drive to visit Lindsay’s parents. We’d stopped overnight at a motel and got extracted from the restaurant. The other.