The six of us traded hugs and said goodbye. Jenny’s eyes filled with tears when Vince and Donna repeated what they said about them being like their...children.Standing on the driveway, we waved as they drove away. Once the truck was out of sight, we went back into the house.In the kitchen, we all poured fresh cups of coffee and went outside. Before we sat down, Jenny gave me a hug.“I don’t know how Rob and I can thank you and your parents for what you did for us. First you help my sweetie. His cock was too big to fit in my mouth, but he still kept pushing down until I could not breathe anymore. I felt his dick go even deeper. He looked down at me gagging on his tasteful cock and asked: "Do you like my black cock?" I could not answer, but I looked up and with his cock in my mouth I nodded. He smiled and pushed me down all the way. Then he let go of me and I quickly came up to breathe. He grabbed my head and pushed me back down and this time his cock quickly entered my throat. Once. Still, the s**ttered moments of sheer exhilaration should not be denigrated. One morning of a trip, a friend called me early knowing that often I’m a very early riser. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration otherwise. She could be most accomodating like the time I called when she was in bed between fucks, proceeded to recount for me in lubricious detail the activities of recent past ultimately to the delight and. Is it really asking that much to get a fuckin lucky break. Just once. That fate, fickle circumstance, God himself, is for one moment actually looking out for your interests instead of every other fucker's. Who gets to decide whose dreams live and whose get pushed aside? "What the fuck?" I wailed. throwing my betting slip to the ground as my horse and my dreams tumbled into the track. Again. "Hey, Micky," said a big man in a small suit, his shadow all but blocking out the light of day. "That's.