I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth and said, "Sorry, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do next." He chuckled, "You're a keeper." Wanting to...add my number to this texting cock sucking club, I asked sheepishly, still on my knees, "How do I get on this text app?" "Definitely a keeper," he chuckled, before he said, "Text this number and the phrase 'Cocksucker available 24/7'." "Okay," I said, as he handed me an embossed business card containing nothing but the letters 'C.S.' and a phone. I’m here with Sam and my phone has been on speaker.’ ‘Damn you Murray, has Sam been listening to what I’ve been saying?’ ‘He’s listening and drooling hon.’ ‘I’m going to wring your neck when you get here.’ I took the phone from Murray and told her, ‘I expect to see some of those photos you sexy woman.’ ‘Sam, I’m going kill him.’ ‘I’m holding my breath until I see you again hon.’ ‘Tell Murray I said bye and to just get here.’ ‘Bye love,’ and I closed the phone and handed it back. On the way out. The letter in the mail, the phone call, the can of chili on the floor.The flat tire, now there’s a life-changer.The letter: Greetings from the President. Erk!The phone: John. It’s George. You know how I’m always to work early? Yeah. Well, it’s boarded up. Nobody there.The can: Help! I can’t get up!The tire: You’re late. Again. I’ve hired a new guy.“Fleeing the United States? What for?”“Mom killed the president and blew up the Oval Office.”“Why did you have to flee? You’re just kids.”“President. As he dropped his cock, she too dropped his hand, this time reaching down for his now fully hardened erection."Oh here..." she whispered, nodding towards the condom and then his stiff cock.Nervously, Matt responded, "You sure?"Amy didn't respond. She reached again for his cock, this time sliding his shorts down past it, letting them fall to the floor. Matt needed no more encouragement than this as he began to prepare the condom to slide upon his thick helmet. As he did so, Amy guided his thighs.