He grabbed my head and groaned. He pulled me back down and held me with his cock buried in my throat and I felt his cock throb violently. He swore lou...ly and I felt his cum flooding my throat.He held me like that until he finished and then he let me up. He saw that I was disappointed when I straightened up and he asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you want me to cum?"I sighed and said, "I didn't get to taste it!"Everyone laughed at my disappointed reaction.Corey exclaimed impatiently, "Get the hell. I could do nothing right in her eyes; it drove me nuts. Her two little angels from her previous marriage were always getting their way and I was invisible when it came to home life.As the years progressed, so did my ire towards the three of them, but when I started dating, spending time making out across the console of my Camaro and realizing what the female body was all about, things changed. I still wanted to pound her with a phone book, but I kinda wanted to be pounding her, too.I was a. Very clever. You've really got it all thought out, haven'tyou?" I'd better," I said. "I'm only going to get one shot at this, afterall."The transporter room door whooshed open and Spock entered. He wentdirectly to the control console."It is time," he said.We mounted the transporter platform, where our baggage was alreadywaiting for us on two of the pads, clad in harnesses. "Energizing," said Spock, rising the sliders........and we materialized outside a log cabin, in some woods, in. The Tankadere was a neat little craft of twenty tons, as gracefully built as if she were a racing yacht. Her shining copper sheathing, her galvanised iron-work, her deck, white as ivory, betrayed the pride taken by John Bunsby in making her presentable. Her two masts leaned a trifle backward; she carried brigantine, foresail, storm-jib, and standing-jib, and was well rigged for running before the wind; and she seemed capable of brisk speed, which, indeed, she had already proved by gaining.